North
Outlaw. Outcast. Heartless. I know what people call me. I never bother to correct them. Because most of it’s true.
I don’t date. I don’t fall in love. It’s pointless. She’s the only one for me, and I’m nothing to her. While I haunt her nightmares, she claims my reality.
I’ve watched the light fade from her six times, knowing each time may be her last. Her death is my punishment. Falling for her was forbidden —Angels and Outcasts don’t mix.
I knew the rule as well as my own name; nothing mattered when it came to her.
I will and have sacrificed everything for her. I don’t care about the rules or consequences.
The others need order and control to feel safe, but chaos built my soul brick by brick.
For her, I’ll burn every forsaken star from the sky. When I’m finished, all that will remain in the world will be blood and ash.
