Sweet Poison. Special Edition

I shouldn’t have been on that rooftop on Valentine’s Day. Kellan Marketti - the school freak - shouldn’t have been there either. We met on the brink of suicide. Somehow, the frayed threads of our tragedies intertwined and tightened into an incredible bond. We didn’t take the decisive step and agreed to visit each other every Valentine’s Day until school was over. At the same time. One roof. Two restless souls. We kept our promise for three years. On the fourth, Kellan made a decision, and I had to deal with the consequences. Just when I thought our story was over, another one began. They say all love stories look the same but taste different. Mine was poisonous, shameful, and written in crimson scars. My name is Charlotte Richards, but you can call me Poison.