Prologue
(Justin's POV)
I did not want to die. I sure as hell did not want to live either. Not with her. Her.
She was dark coffee with vanilla sugar. A bright sunrise after the rain. Spring in pearls. I wanted to touch her just to make sure she was real.
Dark leather with blood. My life. MYLIFE. I have to pretend that I am alive. That I am sane. Working. A fucking asset to fucking community. Not now. Not when my soul is coffee, sugar, and sunrise. Stigma on my heart.
Maybe one day I will find redemption. A way to repel my sins. Wash my wrong-doing from my skin. Strip my flesh and burn my bones.
But not when I am so close to her. Not when her eyes make me evaporate into wall holes.