What is inside the book

When I fell, that was it.

Letting the anger consume me, I could only hope it would suffocate and eventually kill the pain that lived underneath my skin.
I did whatever I wanted without boundaries or second-guessing.

When I saw someone I wanted, I took them.
And Cara, I wanted her.

She looks at me as though she’s hoping to find some kindness behind my dark eyes. She won’t. There’s nothing good left in me.

I was an angel, and now I’m one of the fallen.

This isn’t a love story.
I don’t have it in me to love.

Not anymore.