Night Time Is Our Time

Introduction

Dawn found her torment in the tragedy that painted her soul, but she never thought that she could find torment in the sweetest ways between two comforting arms and a beating heart. After meeting a boy with the touch of winter in his ghostly white skin, Dawn's life was never the same. The boy carried murder and obsession throughout his dead body, but Dawn only thought of him as a walking piece of art. Dawn was infatuated with the boy. She breathed him in like air, even when he was poison.  Dawn was too addicted to care, and maybe overdosing was all she really needed