This novel is NOT part of the Life . Destiny . Fate series. More to come.... When you lose the one person who grounds your existence, your whole world changes. In life, it is said that everything happens for a reason. If that’s true, how can you explain death? Especially when it happens to someone so young, so beautiful, and so innocent? My name is Bain Adams, and I struggle with these thoughts every day. I’ve been through hell and back, somehow surviving the unimaginable. My sister took her life six months ago, and now, what’s left is a shell of the man I once was, a shadow of the person I used to be. Do I miss that life? Absolutely. But I miss her more, every day. I pray time will ease the pain and help my suffering while I search for the answers…but so far, nothing. Happiness is something I knew so long ago, and now it’s nothing but a faint, distant recollection of the life I once had. My name is Arion LaSalle, and seven months ago my life was shredded to pieces when my fiancé disappeared while deployed. He never came home, burning a hindrance of pain and agony within my soul. For so long, I lived my life believing everything happens for a reason, until now. ‘Cause none of it makes any sense. Why Nate? Why only him? Since getting through each breath is a struggle, I put on a fake persona, pretending I’m someone I’m not, living my life recklessly. Because for me, it was all taken far too soon.

Love hurts. Life hurts. But without the pain, there is no bliss. I found bliss. Then it was all taken away. And though it hurt like hell to move on, I had to. I learned to love again only because of Bain. I found my bliss again. Then in a split second, everything was put into jeopardy. My world crashed down around me and this time I was faced with the hardest decision of my life, a decision I never dreamt of making. A choice that seemed impossible. With no good outcome. That would hurt everyone I loved no matter what I did. I didn’t want to make it. I couldn’t choose between my two loves. So I fought the decision with everything I had, avoiding it until… I was forced to decide.

Post – Living in the after, the events that took place over a year ago are etched in my brain. Haunting me in the worst ways imaginable. Traumatic – Physical and psychological scars have me so wounded that I can’t get through a day without my mind swirling with constant fucked up images. Stress – Anxiety. Panic. Rage. I’m not myself and the pain I fight through each day has made me make some really bad decisions. Disorder – Out of control. Not fucking normal. Nowhere even close. I say fuck Post-Traumatic Stress Disorder. The life I left behind is gone and everything I’d hoped to return to has been stolen away, all while I was being beaten, starved, and tortured. But being Nate Wilcox, I pick my ass up, ‘cause I’m a fucking survivor. Even if my methods are totally fucked up, it’s all I can do to keep the pain at bay.