But that’s okay. I prefer it that way. It makes it easier to shed the skin of every identity I use to hide who I really am.
While I drift from one town to the other, constantly looking over my shoulder I never allow anyone to get close…because I’m that girl.
The girl with a tainted past. The girl who left everything behind, including her name so the devil won’t find her. The girl who never falls in love because she’s too busy running from an identity she vowed would never claim her again.
See, I’m that girl. Hopeless. Ruined. Lost.
Until one man manages to give me a name. Why?
Because he wants to keep me.