"Te amo como se aman ciertas cosa oscuras, secretamente, entre la sombra y el alma. (I love you as certain dark things are to be loved, in secret, between the shadow and the soul.)" ― Pablo Neruda
o.O
PROLOGUE
Breathe.
I tell myself if I just breathe I'll be okay. If I don't think, don't try to figure him out everything will be okay. Because to try would destroy everything. Because he is evil, and ugly and everything I hate in this world, but his laugh its my heaven, his smile is my saving grace. Without him I am lost. So I tell myself to breathe, that everything will be okay.