Saint No More
A girl whose scars were as deep as mine. She covered them with ink, dark eyeshadow, and long black robes. But underneath her darkness, there was the light I craved to touch. We licked each other’s wounds and healed our bleeding hearts. And at some point, we went too far… She said she was falling in love with me, and I told her to leave...
Three years ago, leaving San Fernando felt like the best way out of the mess I was neck-deep in. An addict to all things forbidden, I betrayed everyone I loved and watched my little sister pay for my sins with her life. An escape felt like a blessing, so I ran away and left the ashes of my past drift behind me. This is why returning to my hometown was never on the menu. Nor was falling in love with my childhood friend whose heart had been irreparably broken by yours truly.