If happiness were a person, it would be her. If music had a face, it would be hers. If unexplainable emotions had a definition, she would be it. Her...it has always been her.
Mystery never had a meaning until he showed up. Pain never hurt this bad until it was staring her straight in the face. Who knew sorrow had the voice of an angel?
Living in sin never felt so good.
Loving entirely never made them feel this much. Falling from grace was never supposed to be so fun. And happily ever after never made it that far.