Blackness. Nothing but pain and agony. Devastation lurking your head, the devil living in your shadow.

How can one escape something so dreadful? So horrible? How can one physical and emotionally damaged have their weezing soul healed back to perfection?

A simple answer really: Finding someone to love. Someone that keeps 你 breathing, Who burst the sun through grey clouds, Someone you'll die to defend, Someone who owns your heart.

Flana walked along the bridge of hurt in the danger zone of her mind. Everything around her was dark, shady, breathing shrilly with never end fear. Her body was drenched...