The Night We Fell

The night I fell from grace was also the night I fell for him. The high: Going from the lead singer in an unknown garage band to one of the most well-known rock groups in the span of six years is not something I ever saw coming. But here I am.Famous. Lonely. Miserable. The crest: Realizing that the man I'm with might be a narcissist is a tough pill to swallow because leaving him will involve a very public break-up.
The fall: One reckless decision, a drunk driver, and a mountain of ice on the roads changes the trajectory of my life forever, but not necessarily for the worst. Because he was there. My guardian angel. The man with the soft voice and the warm hands who kept me from losing myself. But in the process of keeping me together, I lost him to the chaos, and when I come to, I don't even remember his name.
Only, a year later, something rises to the surface of those foggy, pain-filled memories. A face. An island. A promise. I'm not sure I have any strength left for hope, but if I find him again, we will have one week to make this happen. I don't know if there's any room for love once reality sets in, but for the first time in a long, long while, I'm ready to take a risk.