One month, I fell for him. Two, I was a goner. Three, I was a daydreamer. But by the fourth, it was a nightmare. Everything came in beats. Beat one—fantasy. Beat two—admission. Beat three—love. But it’s the fourth beat that completely ruined me. Beat. Beat. Beat. With a shattered heart. He was my nightmare.

Our love wasn’t enough. He had demons. I had hopes. Together we were never meant to be. That didn’t stop us, though. Even when it should have. Even when I saw those demons loud and clear. I should have stayed away. Should have never looked back. But love, it’s a fickle thing. And sometimes… You need to embrace the darkness. Or let it destroy you. I was drunk once. Now, I’m sober.