DEAR GRAYSON {g.d}

|pretty little lady with the swollen eyes; would you show them to me?|
Grayson knew he was running out of time; he was a ticking time bomb nearing its last minute. He had lost desire for most anything, but he did know one thing.
He wanted her. His dying wish, the last thing he cared to do, was to meet the girl who was the sole reason he had even lived as long as he had.
He was prepared to do whatever it took to make his dream come true.