Ruin Me Gently (Sin and Salvation)

Prologue

T hey say that the brain should be fully developed by the time you reach the age of twenty-five.

Well, I didn’t know who ‘ they ’ were.

But I could tell you one thing for certain.

‘ They ’ were fucking liars.

It’s all well and good being told how things should be, but you’re never told what happens if your grey matter misses the memo when it comes to developing.

Or worse—if it developed in all the wrong ways, like a house where the contractor skipped over the electrics and now every time you flip a switch, the circuit breaker explodes.

On paper though, my life looked good. Clean lines, neatly printed, easy to read.

But life isn’t lived on paper. It’s in the ink—the messy, unpredictable ink that bleeds through the pages, smudging everything in its path.

And my ink? It had a habit of staining everything it touched.