On opposite corners of Third Street and Beale, two lonely people fight to stay that way. Her scars are on the surface, soft on her skin and in her eyes. His run bone-deep, seeped in bourbon and blues. EPOV. *Complete*

If I was going to write another story it would be something like this...Charlie sheriff, Bella home from Chicago after getting fired, Edward across the street, Charlie's deputy, divorced father of son Juney. She's always had a thing for him, but he's so darn loyal to Charlie and now he's got a girlfriend. He thinks Bella is still a kid. He always pinches the wrong set of cheeks.