BLURB
JESSE
They say dreams tell a lot. Depending on how yours ends or starts, it still means something. It could be for your sake or for the betterment of a stranger.
I didn't want to care about her. I told myself she meant nothing.
The first time I run into her many years ago was the last time. I had done my part and made sure she was safe. Well, so I thought. Three years after my girlfriend passed away and I returned back to Pavilon for my brothers wedding-only to be smacked in the face, figuratively speaking and getting drenched in champagne.
The past can never be shoved under the rug. It lurks around and mine wasn't so clean and spotless. And what was worse? The double eye colored girl I run into many years ago was somehow mixed up in it and redemption had become a war, waged between my heart and my mind.








