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374 pages, Paperback
First published February 14, 2015
He saw the look of pity in their eyes, which caused the monster that lived in him to rip at his insides. The “monster” was that force within him that he felt he had no control over. He saw it as the evil in him, the thing that was off about him, the scary part of him he didn’t like nor trust.
Blood from his knuckles, seeped into the varied cracks and spread making the mirror a kaleidoscope. His bloody image was now multiple images, twisted, muted versions of himself. There, he thought. That’s more like it.
…I will never forget the first time I saw you. It was like seeing the ocean for the first time. Where, you can sit and stare at if for hours trying to figure out how something so unbelievably beautiful could ever exist. Your mind tells you it can’t be real, but your soul feels connected to it, like some part of you has experienced it before. Like it was there…just waiting for you to see.
"Take you out of that dress.” He wondered if he’d really just said what came out of his mouth. In an attempt to make it better he said, “I mean, take you home and help you out of that dress. Ah shoot…I mean…I mean…”
He had heard men talk about women being so beautiful it physically hurt. He’d thought it was just a saying until now. Her smile made him feel a pain so deep it felt good.