Love is fatal; a snake that slithers into your life, poisons you with its venom, and leaves you there to die.
I swore I wouldn’t be my parents. I swore I would stay away from the limelight.
Falling in love with a musician was definitely out of the question.
Weston Carter was all kinds of wrong for a girl like me. He was musician, a womanizer, and a first class heartbreaker.
I didn’t know a love like this could exist. Our love was epic, the kind people wrote stories about. We fell into it hard, unable to control our feelings.
I set myself up for a shattered heart. A broken life. A fucked up love story.