Delia Bay

I wasn’t looking for anything.

I was content with the waves beneath my skin, the salt in my hair.

Until Him.

Until those tattooed fingers painted my life black.

Until the strings on his guitar tied me to him forever.

My name is Luna Perry.

Could I ever shine bright enough in his eternal darkness to bring him back to me?

I was numb.

I wasn’t living, not really.

The world had been wiped from under my feet and the sun had forever set

on any future I thought I might have.

Who knew that one day the darkness would outshine any light the sun

could have given me?

My name is Reid Archer.

And this is my story.