In the weak, there is strength. In despair, there is hope. My world was dark. Survival was tough. But the end of the world saved me. It taught me to love. To go on living. In its darkness, I found myself. In its bleakness, I found hope. I wasn’t the girl I used to be. I was stronger.
I was with the man I loved. The cowboy with a quiet presence who took what he wanted, including me. He showed me love and gave me strength. He touched me and I was never the same. I didn’t want to love him but I couldn’t resist. I was his. But the world was trying to tear us apart.
Love may save us or it may be our destruction. We may die for it or sacrifice everything to keep it. The choice will not be simple. Live or die. Love or lose. I was about to find out which one…