prologue

Rose

Cliches. Fairy tales. Happy ever afters. I was a sucker for anything and everything with a happy ending.

The perfect man. A charming prince. The brooding bad boy or the secluded sweetheart with the gentle eyes.

Love was magical. I adored every aspect of it. The butterflies, the nervous kisses, the bashful glances. The discovery and the passion and the falling.

I loved love.

Until the day I hated it.