After Rain Falls (River of Rain, #2)

by C.E. Ricci

So, I know this is it. What rock bottom looks, feels, sounds, smells, and tastes like. It looks like all your dreams being doused in gasoline and set ablaze by those you love the most. It feels like the most intense heat, burning hotter than the sun with anger and disdain radiating in licks and flashes of fire. It sounds like the cracking and breaking of your very soul. The foundation of who you are being unable to defy gravity any longer when the embers become too heavy before it collapses around you in shambles. It smells like smoke to the point you can’t fucking breathe anymore without suffocating. And it tastes like salt and embers. From the ashes sticking to the tears streaming down your face as you watch your world, everything you’ve ever worked for, go up in smithereens. Without a single clue how to stop it.