I'm t your typical girl. I've been running away from the memories that haunt me for so long that the shroud of depression has become my only comfort. Igrant, I was content in the darkness... until Wes Michels offered to be my light. I didn't kw that time wasn't my ally, that every second that ticked pass was one closer to the end of something that was starting to mean the end of myself. He tried to warn me and promised me what he was able to offer, each moment as it came, but it would never be eugh. Sometimes you have to laugh to keep from crying. And when you think it's the end, the final curtain, sometimes that's only the beginning. Wes thought he could save me, but in giving me everything, he ruined me. Because after one kiss, one touch, I couldn't... I wouldn't ever be the same. And from that moment on, his heartbeat became my own.