Prologue

We were a story of passion.

A story of love.

Distant and perfect all in ourselves.

We balanced one another like a planet and it's moons.

Sometimes I even felt like our whole lives revolved around each other.

It was one of those things where the bad boy meets the badder girl.

One of those disgusting love book that you wanna puke all over, and then brush away the vomit so you can keep on reading.

Just so you know that it all ends well.

And when it doesn't, you send it out an airlock because you wished they had lied to you.

Lies were always easiest.

Not that I'd ever admit to have read any of those things...

And me?

Well, I was one of those girls.

Harsh and defiant.

Sentenced to a life of solitary confinement in my own tattooed skin.

Alone.

I was okay with that for a while.

I had built up that wall.

Pushed everyone I ever even considered not killing...away.

Never really figured out it that was for my protection or theirs.

Sometimes it was both.

I was dangerous.

Engineered to be a weapon.

A failed experiment.

An angry ball of fire.

Ready to explode on this miserable universe and take whomever she could down with her.

But he was different...

Perfect.

Commanding and strong.

Holding me in place.

Taking my hand off the trigger.

Like stone in his unmoving passion.

I kept him away for as long as I could, before he finally broke through.

And fell over me like a tsunami.

Covering every inch of me in...him.

A beautiful...and deadly wave of love and bliss.

Alex.

My Alex...

I can't close my eyes without seeing him, and my arms ache from not being around him.

My bed is empty...no...our bed is empty.

This man I love...

The man who reminded me of my own humanity...

The one who saved me from myself...

Is...

Dead...

And it's my fault.