Are you so scared people will hate you?”“What?” I stare at him, not knowing howto react. “What are you talking about?”He gestures at the phone. “Your emails arelike one big cry. Kiss, kiss, hug, hug, pleaselike me, please like me!

I don't know what magic has brought him here. My brain can't function well enough; I can't make sense of it. But he's here. And his eyes are telling me that they love me.

Some of us have hearts, you know. Some of us don't give up on true love.

Look into your heart- and go after what you really want.

The rational part of my brain understands that everything is random. There are a million possibilities in the universe. Us meeting is just one of those possibilities, and just as meaningless.The thing is, though, I can't imagine a world that didn't bring us together. We were meant to be.

I feel all agitated, like one of those snow globes you see resting peacefully on shop counters. I was perfectly happy being an ordinary, dull little Swiss village. But now Jack Harper’s come and shaken me up, and there are snowflakes all over the place, whirling around until I don’t know what I think anymore. And bits of glitter, too. Tiny bits of shiny, secret excitement.

Mum always says the right thing. She always makes everything better.

She somehow understands that I have to know how Seb is, because I feel this strange, inextricable link to him. Which isn't a relationship-- God, of course not. We're not even friends, really. It's just... it's a different kind of thing. A yearning. A tugging in my heart. A need to be with him and know that he's OK. I mean, what would you call that?

Love is all that counts in this crazy, mixed-up world...