They say time heals everything. But some wounds don’t fade, and some names still hurt to say.

 

Krystal's gone, and I'm still standing... but not really living.

Most days, I fake it well enough. I use adrenaline and alcohol to pretend I’m not coming undone.

But grief has claws. It has scars that never fade.

And then there’s Casey.

The girl I loved.

The girl who wrecked me.

The girl I see every time I close my eyes.

I never planned on seeing her again. Never planned on reopening old wounds just to bleed all over the same damn floor.

But Krystal left behind letters asking me to face everything I’ve been running from. Including Casey.

Now she’s back, and everything I buried comes roaring to the surface.

The pain. The past. The pull.

We’ve both changed. But some sparks never really die. And as much as I want to hate her, I want her more.

Second chances?

They don’t come easy. Especially when the truth ends up hurting more than the lies.