Prologue

CALEB

To breathe took every ounce of my strength. It hurt. It hurt so much I felt like my entire chest was filled to the brim with tiny shards of glass, scraping against the inside of my being, under the thin layer of my skin. To breathe took every ounce of my will. But there was never much to begin with. It was exhausting and pointless. Painful.

Why bother?

Why do I even bother anymore?

There was no place for me. No love. 

Love didn't exist, it was just another false hope, another childish dream, another shard in my chest. It was pointless. 

To love meant that you were worthless. To love first meant that you were pathetic. 

And I loved and loved again and again. And each time hurt worst than the first. Each piece of my heart burned and torn like the worthless trash it was. My love meant nothing, was nothing, because I am nothing. 

And I never will be. 

I am Caleb Maccon.

I am an Omega.