WARNING:
If you’re looking for a knight in shining armor, a princess or a fairy godmother, then this is not the story for you.
This is a dark novel. Read at your own risk.
Gabriel:
I hate the word yesterday, just like I loathe
the idea of tomorrow.
Where would I be without them? Not here. Not anywhere.
Because, where I am dwindling away in the madness is neither
here nor there.
My mind is my tormentor, and I am the masochist.
No-matter how I justify it - the blood will always be on my hands. The shadow that lingers wins. He always does, and he will eventually lead me to my demise.