The cliche in love stories is that the good girl falls for the bad boy who smells of leather and exhaust from his motorcycle, and at the end of the day love conquers all.
The stories make it seem so easy. Life, on the other hand, makes it hard. The awful truth is: sometimes love leaves you in ruins.
Elias Black may have had a sleeve of tattoos and grown up on the wrong side of the tracks, but he didn't have a true bad bone in his body. I loved him from the moment he kissed me, when I knew I no longer owned my heart, until the world pulled us apart.
And then I wanted nothing more than to unlove him, and he wanted nothing more than to unlove me.
I was just a girl who fell in love with a boy who fell in love with me until....