Three months ago, I wouldn't have mentioned his name in passing. I thought I had fabricated him in my dreams. After some retrospect and a lot of faith on my part, rekindling a high school romance that fizzled out years ago, wasn't in the cards.
It didn't seem possible that I'd run into the invisible boy with whom only I could see. I had no clue how all the events led me here or how I ended up in the bed of one of the most notorious criminals in Chicago.
He was far from the troublesome boy I knew, who meddled in my life like he was my shield from the evils of the world. Now, as one of the most feared men in the city, he was my Romeo, my poet laureate, and my saving grace from a world of anxiety.
I returned to Chicago to find my purpose but maybe I have a second chance to find my home.