Grace Notes

Atticus one said: "Fame is a poison most would drink happily, despite the warning of a slow and miserable death"
I suppose he was right, though I caught it too late. I ran toward my dreams, I looked back and realized that she wasn't there, and that we have become what we were to start with: strangers. And in the end, my fear of losing her was no match for my fear of loving her.

WARNINGS:
Smut//Language//Brief mentions of rape//Drugs//Alcohol//Violence