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377 pages, Kindle Edition
First published January 28, 2019
“It doesn’t matter where you’ve been, Dominic. You’re here now,” Flor said quietly.
Dominic twitched in his arms. “Doesn’t matter to you, maybe,” he replied.
“You’re right. It doesn’t matter to me.”
The prison system was all about trying to treat addiction with punishment, so they didn’t give him anything to help him through. They just tied him down to the bed when he got too desperate and monitored him as he went on his journey through hell.
That was what the high gave Dominic. An escape from the cruel anxiety of being. He didn’t know how he could tolerate living his whole life aware and present. To have to make decisions and live with them. How did people live with that pain without becoming so exhausted they wanted to just give up?
“You don’t have to know the results yet, Dominic. If you only did things you knew the results of, you wouldn’t do much of anything. So let’s try. Let’s challenge those thoughts. We don’t have to excuse our past, but we can still seek forgiveness from ourselves.”
“Maybe you will. I don’t know the future. Personally? I don’t think that’s gonna happen, Dominic. And that’s not just blind faith. I know the things that tipped your addiction over the edge in the past and I think—I hope, I know—that they aren’t there anymore. And if it happens? We’ll tackle it together. Anything can happen, to you or to me. I just know…I just know that nothing could be worse than not being with you. I want you in my life.”








"He wanted to rip himself apart. Not just kill himself—but eradicate any evidence that he had ever existed."
"Everything was tinted in browns and beiges. People like Dominic didn’t deserve colour."
"Dominic had heard a million times that misery loves company, but with Flor, optimism was infectious. It was getting into his blood. Shaping him. Dominic didn’t think to stop it."
"Flor snorted. “I’m not perfect.” “You are to me,” Dominic confessed. The words simply came out, a flood of Flor. This was the deluge."
"We’ll tackle it together. Anything can happen, to you or to me. I just know…I just know that nothing could be worse than not being with you. I want you in my life.”"
“You really miss me, then?” Flor asked, voice too soft to come across as a joke. “Yeah, Flor. I really fucking miss you,” Dominic said, but it was okay. It was just a side effect of having Flor."
The thought of having something of substance to ruin was almost more terrifying than the loneliness of not having anything in the first place.
Dominic knew what was going to happen before it did, all his muscles locking, but he still startled slightly as Flor's lips pressed against his. Soft, like the moment when sunlight hits your skin and you remember how to be warm again.