Distorted (Alabaster Penitentiary, #1)

by Nyla K.

“We’re in Tulum, Mexico on July tenth. My name is Kellan Kemper, and your name is Dascha Reznikov. Do you understand?” Blinking at him, I nod, comforted at knowing this is real, too. He’s doing this for me… Making it real. “Dascha… I love you,” he says, his thumb brushing the tattoo on my wrist. “I’ve never been in love before and yet I knew I loved you the second I saw you. I want to be here for you, and I don’t give a flying fuck what you’ve done. The world isn’t black and white, especially not with you. You’re a prism of color, reflecting every beautiful thing back, and I never want to let that go. Baby, I think…” He pauses to clear his throat, “I think you may suffer from Schizophrenia. But I don’t want you to be scared, okay? Because it doesn’t matter, that’s the point. It doesn’t matter what you think is damaged in your brain, Dash, because I want to fix it. Baby, if there’s any sort of wound inside you, then I’ll be your tourniquet.” He breathes out hard and lifts my wrist to place a kiss on the ink. “Let me. Please.”