Break to Touch [bxb]

Prologue

[A totally optional prologue]

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Welcome to Salem, a quiet, gloomy town full of rain and miserable nothing. I leaned against the windowsill with a cigarette in hand, my eyes sweeping over the view for anything that wasn't fog or trees.

One year. Bear with it, Knox.

If I wanted to go home with my mind intact, I knew I had to learn to get used to this. I closed my eyes, willing for the rain to sound like the crashing of waves as I tried to picture the beach outside my bedroom—my real bedroom. I missed my house, the sun, the life...

A drop of rain hit my cheek. If there was one thing to this new climate, it was that it helped cool my head. Something I needed. I was branded a criminal for an accident and it took a lot of willpower not to prove them right, not to scream because no one would listen, no one cared.

I was told this move would be an opportunity to turn things around. But I couldn't see it. Everything was cold and covered in fog and I couldn't wait to get out.