Scorched

Hale Jarreau left my life the same way he entered it--all at once.

We once burned like a fire, raging and consuming and I spent my life loving him. I didn't have a choice.


And then, he was gone... Leaving my heart aching and my soul empty.

Time doesn't heal a damn thing and pain comes in many forms. But time only makes that pain ache deeper.

It makes forgetting impossible.

Every love has its story.
This one is ours.