Chapter 2: Lost His name was Atlas. Caroline was in her room, late that night, thinking about him. A book lay open and forgotten in her lap. It was strange how he had had such an effect on her. No matter what she did to try and rid herself from the memory of their encounter, her mind always found a way to keep bringing thoughts of him back up. Rolling her eyes, Caroline gave up trying to read and shut her book. She pulled a sheaf of paper from her printer, grabbed a pencil and began to draw. Maybe if she could put some of her thoughts onto paper, her mind would settle down. A pair o
Lost.CHAPTER ONEShe was an excellent observer. So when Caroline saw him for the first time she noticed something odd about him at once, but couldn't quite place what it was. Was it his skin? It seemed to glisten softly in the sunlight. Caroline sucked on a piece of candy, pondering this boy and his skin. No, not like Edward Cullen's skin. This was something different entirely. If only she could figure out what it was Her scrutinizing gaze must have triggered a sixth sense (you know, the one where you feel as if someone's watching you) because just then, his head turned and he noticed her eyes on his arm.Caroline raised h