#Chapter57-01
Falling in love was very similar to falling into despair; I wasn't sure which affliction it was I was suffering.
It was an abyss. All-consuming, all demanding, it was taking everything I was, all the good and all the bad I had to offer, and it was swallowing me whole.
It was a tender war; my heart and soul were at a mocking conflict.
It was a merciless b***h. As a whole, nothing had changed. The world was still the same old s**t show that it had always been, poverty on every f*****g street corner and power and corruption behind every politician's smile. But in the little things, the tiny, day-to-day things, everything had changed.
I couldn't tell if I was better or poorer for it.
"Milo," I whispered, blinking through my own misery as the canine lifted his head from wher
