Once two halves of their constant whole and exchanging sugar candy over a picket white fence, the peace maker and her childhood rule-breaker are reunited. While she looks up and worships her faith, he looks down and despises the ground he walks on. A/H. Language and Lemons.

I am weak, he is strong. I am nothing and he is an everything. I am surviving, he is living. I am tolerated, he is appreciated. I am poor, he is rich. But the one thing that we have in common is that we are eachother's best kept secret. So what do we do? We follow love. All Human. Language and some lemons.