Wake Me Up When We Divorce
Language: en
I was born with a soul made of lead. Where other people possessed ambition or restlessness, I possessed a bone-deep, chronic exhaustion that defied medical science. Once, while walking down a sunlit sidewalk, my battery simply drained to zero, and I keeled forward, collapsing straight into the chest of a shockingly handsome stranger—whose skin was curiously cold, carrying the faint, timeless scent of aged cedar and midnight frost. He caught me in a blur of preternatural speed, held me steady for a second, and looked down at my face with dark, crimson-hinted eyes. "Is this a scam?" he…