AVAILABLE FOR A LIMITED TIME ONLY
ONLY 50 IN STOCK 
 
Part Of An Unfiished Series - A Gift To My Readers
 
 
 
Blurb:
 
Huxley...
I hated the rain.
It circled around death. Or was it death that circled me when it rained?
I hated the rain. Then I hated love.
 
Until I found her.
 
She is my rain.
But I let her slip right between my fingers. And I won’t stop until I find my rain and she is pouring over me once again. 
Though, our story doesn’t begin at her wake from death.
It begins at mine.
 
Esme...
I don’t understand.
Why don’t I understand?
I can see the reflection in the mirror. Only, I can’t be certain as to who is looking back at me. 
I’m told who she is, but I don’t see her. 
I only see eyes—empty eyes. 
And another pair behind me. 
Always behind me.
 
I’m left with only one question, who am… was I?
 
AUTHOR NOTE:
1. These are a FREE gift as this series is incomplete, and unedited.
2. This story has many heavy trigger warnings, please consider them before purchasing.
3. You do not get the full story, but I am gifting these to allow my amazing readers the ability to look into why Huxley was the way he was.
4. It is not edited.
 
CONTENT WARNINGS:
Please be aware that this story is not for the faint of heart.
There is explicit death and emotional trauma, including rape, hallucinations, graphic trauma, car accident, physical body scarification, self harm and suicide.
Reader discretion is advised.
 
DO NOT CONTINUE ONWARD IF DEATH/TRAUMA IS TRIGGERING FOR YOU