22. Love of my life

Brice's POV

"Brice, you look like shit. You need to get it together. It's been months already," Clara my agent who's also acting as my mom commented on my current well-being.

My real mom was nowhere to be seen since I was eighteen and she decided that I was able to stand on my own, and more so was my dad who's never been there for me my whole life. My life has been a whole bunch of screw-ups until I started writing and somehow years later, after too many minimum wage jobs, Clara picked out my work from her random piles and decided that I was going to be the next bestseller author.

My life has been a series of failures, disastrous mess, one thing after another. It has never been easy for me, except for my writing career. It was making me rich, but unhappy and somehow unfulfilled. I thought losing my fiancée was my breaking point. But somehow, Ella, the stalker beauty was pulling me down to another level.

If my state that of mind can be a measurement, then my very dark short writings we