Excerpt: The Midnight Confessions

The name was Michael and he shook me awake. He removed every single defense, every single restraint and he turned my life upside down. He moved me, he crushed me, he hold my life in his hand.
The name was Michael and he made me feel again.
He didn’t come riding a horse. He didn’t have a shinning armor. Michael had a motorcycle and a bad habit of smoking. Michael had grin in his face and a knife in his pocket. Michael owned life, played with it, took it for himself: he was a God and he could take life with a snap of his fingers.