We had grown into one another somewhere along the way. We were officially a team.

Instead of a criminal or a drug addict, I was looking at a boy—just a boy.

Being a child sucked. Being a teenager was worse. And being an adult seemed so far away that I had a better chance at swimming the length of the ocean than growing up.

He was acting like our kiss had broken him, and his reaction was breaking me.

I was born into chaos. I didn’t know what peace felt like.