Prologue

May 1988

When you stand in front of a large body of water at night, it almost looks like a mirror.

Sometimes you wonder if love was ever enough for you.

Sometimes you look into the water and a murderer is looking back at you, and he's saying "Run! Turn around and pretend it never happened. Wash his blood away and pretend his hands were never in your hair. Pretend he never made you feel worthy of life."

And so you turn aroud, feeling like you don't deserve your life, because he never existed to tell you that you do.

//started writing in September 2016//