I didn't ask for this life. It was handed to me. Like a gift, wrapped up with a blood red satin bow, it tempted me to pull the ribbon and peer inside the box.
The gift came with a price—an expensive one. And once the lid was off, my life began to change. I made promises. Decisions. Moves in the direction I thought I needed to go in order to fulfill my word.
Then she appeared, submerged in her own little world. Then, I made a new promise. I would keep her safe, except who was I to promise safety when I was the one destroying her world?
