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He'll be her downfall... The two of them together will be her salvation.

I live and breathe dancing. Without it, I'm a shell - a mess of a young woman with no outlet for the pain and torment residing inside of me.

Everything changes when I meet him.

We're toxic together. God only knows why we love each other so much.

He's part of my downfall - my destruction.

And when I finally hit rock bottom, quickly spiraling into the darkest place imaginable, his best friend does his best to save my life. But how do you help a woman who can't find the strength to save herself?

They're saying they're not giving up on me . . . but when every breath I suck into my deprived lungs hurts because of what I lost, what reason do I have to keep on living?


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