Nothing in my life mattered. Just an endless walk through hell, until a stranger in an angel mask gave me a glimpse of heaven.
I should have known looks can be deceiving and that this stranger was nothing but the devil in disguise.
Yet, by the time I realized it, Shay-Lee Rogers had already burned himself into my skin and taken my heart hostage.
Prejudice made me believe we were different, only to discover he and I were the same. Because devils are not born; they’re made, and we’re living proof of that.
Hate blinds you, but so does love, and mixed together, it’s the beginning of our end.
