Rhiannon and Shane are two sides of the same ill-fated coin. Their lives ran parallel until they collided in a small town bar one Saturday night, and everything spiraled from there. A story about the reality of addiction, mental illness, and the outcomes of setting yourself on fire to keep the people around you warm. Updated every Monday!

Shane has been stuck in a perpetual routine for years; wake up, go to work, drink beer, then arrive home shitfaced. He's given up on taking care of his goddaughter or making his aunt proud. He's too far gone to change his ways, right? So he thought, up until a mysterious woman just happens to appear at all of the right moments. So why does it seem he's the only one who's ever met her? **THIS IS NOT AN X READER FANFIC** *MATURE CONTENT WARNING! (suicidal thoughts, depression, alcoholism, etc) *Originally posted on A03 by me, reposting it here *Cover art not mine, creator unknown to me