A Setting Sun Can't Save My Soul

The setting sun was all I ever knew. I vowed I'd die alone.

The strips of purple, pink, and deeper blues that waved across the skyline above the shore and behind the haystack rocks... these were the only companions I ever knew or wanted. But then my drug dealer swept me up in a rush I'd never experienced.

When the high wore off, we'd never been more buzzed.

Maybe a setting sun couldn't save my soul.

That didn't mean this man couldn't steal my heart.