Not Even A Sunset Can Stay Gold

Everyone has a dream. Something they hold onto, a drive that keeps them going, a hope to put thier faith in. Whether they let everyone know what those things are or if they keep them secret, it's part of what makes them thierself. Everyone has atleast one of those things. Everyone. Ranging from the mose troubled person you know that you think there's no hope for, to the most well off person in the world. Everyone has a dream. Including the bad boy of Tulsa, Dallas Winston. The boy I just happend to fall in love with.