They say that holding on to anger is like drinking poison and expecting
the other person to die. I hold on to it anyway, letting it consume me,
as it slowly devours everything I am. I fight to hide my ugliness from
the world. Until I meet her. She's a soothing balm to what ails me,
softening the anger that roars within. Unknowingly, she's healing what's
broken, and I'm determined to keep her - to make her mine. But what
happens when she sees the monster that lies beneath? Will she stand by
me? And what about the whispers that taunt my mind, telling me that
she's hiding secrets of her own? Can love be built on lies, or will the
embers of our secrets burst into flames, consuming us both in the end?