The ground that pulls us down is built of layers of injustices-fire at the core and monsters at the surface. I long to reach up, to leave, to find something worth bowing to. Something that will promise green and follow through. When our world becomes too heavy to bear, we all find... distractions. Guilty pleasures. In some cases, drugs, alcohol, sex... But Rafe Cameron had his own special distraction. Waves of brown hair, striking eyes that seemed to see and ignore him all at once, lips so plump they made him forget his own name. Bowie Eleanor Reynard was her own drug, a being that consumed him whole. She was his dirty little secret.