That was my life. My truths.
Until they weren’t.
Until he came and ruined everything.
I had a good life. A happy life.
Atticus is hell. And he isn’t.
He is a river that doesn’t run dry but goes deep.
Truth is only a word. Deception is a game. And with him, I find out I knew nothing of what I thought.
He brings destruction and chaos.
He makes love and light.
By the end, we’ll both be destroyed by secrets and lies.