Scorched

Hale Jarreau left my life the same way he entered it- all at once. We once burned like a fire, raging and consuming and I spent my life loving him. I didn't have a choice. And then, he was gone; leaving my heart aching and my soul empty. Time doesn't heal a damn thing and pain comes in many forms. But time only makes that pain ache deeper. It makes forgetting impossible. Every love has its story. This one is ours.