I don't know who I am. I don't even remember what my name is. I was lost, confused, and broken the day I met them. My Angels.
To the world, they're nothing but leather-wearing, foul-mouthed bikers, but to me, they are my saviors. The light at the end of a very dark tunnel.
However, as my memory starts to come back to me in pieces, I fear the darkness ahead. Maybe the reason why I can't recollect anything is because I don't want to.
Life is sweet in heaven. But hell doesn't want to let me go.
Contains mature themes.
