(Completed Jenlisa)
You're tuned to Dawn FM;
The middle of nowhere on your dial, so sit back and unpack. You may be here a while. Now that all future plans have been postponed and it's time to look back on the things you thought you owned. Do you remember them well? Were you high or just stoned? And how many grudges did you take to your grave? When you weren't liked or followed, how did you behave? Was it often a dissonant chord you were strumming? Were you ever in tune with the song life was humming?
If pain's living on when your body's long gone and your phantom regret hasn't let it go yet. You may not have died in the way that you must. All specters are haunted by their own lack of trust. When you're all out of time, there's nothing but space. No hunting, no gathering, no nations, no race. And Heaven is closer than those tears on your face. When the purple rain falls, we're all bathed in its grace
Heaven's for those who let go of regret
And you have to wait here when you're not all there yet.
-Jim Carrey
Note: This story includes sexual, dark themes, violence, and mention of alcohol.
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"Am I your phantom regret?".
She showed her how to fall in love and break her cold demeanor.
She once felt nothing as she tried to break the memory of her own past.
She once was dead in the inside as she battle her own brokenness.
She was a disaster -
Until she came into her life -
She became her "Beautiful Disaster."
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This is a work of fiction. Unless otherwise indicated, all the names, characters, businesses, places, events and incidents in this book are either the product of my imagination or used in a fictitious manner. Any resemblance to actual persons, living or dead, or actual events is purely coincidental.