IN HER WORLD

Blossom age 19, plus-size baddie, stuck between two futures she couldn't decide between.

Part of her wanted to go to veterinary school because she had always loved animals. But the other part of her wanted to finally open the bakery she'd been dreaming about since she was a little girl.

Her grandmother always told her, "Follow your heart. Think for yourself, not for nobody else. Do what's best for you."

Blossom listened to her because Grandma usually wasn't wrong.

She loved animals, but baking had always been different. Baking was something that felt like her.

Now Blossom was at the point where everybody expected her to make a decision and follow the plan.

And she was ready for the next step.

At least, that's what she kept telling herself.

Until Blossom accidentally bumped into his rude ass.

Sinclair age 22, and life had already put him through more shit than most people could handle.

He grew up with his brother, Maddox, but Sinclair endured the worst of their mother's vicious ways. His mother Kori who was a high-functioning crack addict. home never really felt like a safe place. He had been abuse and seen things no kid should've had to witness.

And then the voices.

Sinclair had been hearing them since he was a child.

They never completely went away.

Some days were quiet enough for him to pretend everything was normal. Other days, the voices felt like they were screaming directly inside his head, drowning out everything around him.

Therapists eventually diagnosed him with Dissociative Identity Disorder, but Sinclair didn't believe none of that shit.

To him, the doctors didn't know what the fuck they were talking about.

They weren't inside his head.

They didn't hear what he heard.

They didn't live through what he lived through.

So why should he fucking believe them?

And Sinclair had no idea how long he could keep fighting them.

That's was until shorty wasn't watching where she was going bumped into him.