A broken man in the prison system. Can he be cured by a woman who swoops in to help? Or will he fall victim to the system and let his life fall apart in his own hands?

started: 6/27/15 finished: 11/26/15

"Phabi, you know I hate to write. Fuck, why do you think I dropped out of Highschool? But I made you a promise. I promised I'd do anything to make you happy. And if that means writing you a story then so be it. My little Edgar Allen Poe." I began reading his notebook. "If the lights shut off and it's my turn to settle down, my main concern. Promise that you will write about me." I wept, wetting up Chris' notebook as I let the rose fall on his casket. The day was too beautiful for such a sad occasion. But, if anything this will be fuel to my fire. I will write about you Chris. And it'll be a damn good book.

"We can't be seen together X." He sucked his teeth, clenching his jaw at me. Swiftly putting me up on the hood of his car. "And why the fuck not?" I gave him the look, wrapping my arms around his neck. "You know why." He rolled his eyes looking elsewhere. Though he didn't want to confess it, he had no choice but to admit it to hisself. People don't wanna see a black and white couple.