We're Just Friends [BOOK 1 Of The 'We're Just' Trilogy]]

Prologue

They say all good boys go to heaven, but bad boys bring heaven to you.

But what did we become? How did the needle that threads our destinies mess up this bad?

When did we go from poking fun at each other and giving 0 damns what happened to the other to reaching out our bloodied hands in fear that it would be the last time we'd see each other alive?

When did we start to look at each other as something more than friends?

They say everyone has a special someone, they don't necessarily need them but they're always there. But we needed each other more than plants needed water and blank canvases needed paint.

You were my canvas and i your paint.

But somewhere along, the universe knotted our threads of fate and created catastrophe.

Because what smeared across the canvas was blood.