I hated myself. Hated the fact that I lived...while the person I loved had not. Things spiraled out of control and I was sent packing to the place where it all began. While I wrestled with the demons inside of me, I ran smack into-him. Literally. I hated him. Hated the fact that Dean was the person I was not. Where I craved for death, he desired to live. While I refused to accept the truth, he forced me to face my fears. He made me feel again. Love again. When I was lost...Dean had found me. Now that I wanted to live, he was pushing me away. If I leave-I risked losing everything all over again. This time, though, I had a choice. I could save his dreams...and our love. CONTENT WARNING: PG-13. This story references attempted suicide, alcohol use, and language that could be a trigger for some readers.