Wrong Side of Heaven

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Some touched. Some watched. Some just talked to me. They all had their vices. Fear. Betrayal. Loss. I’m trailer trash in the slums of Carillon. Until I met him, the mysterious neighbor who speaks through handwritten notes. He never shows his face, only comes and goes late at night, and I’m drawn to him like a moth to a flame. I shouldn’t want him. I don’t need him. But when I close my eyes, he’s all I see. He’s my addiction. The secret I keep close to my heart. But sometimes things aren’t what they seem, and secrets don’t stay secrets forever. He’s weak. I’m weaker. And together, we’re just two lost souls on the wrong side of heaven