Pretty and Reckless

The first time I met Weston, he was my psychologist.

I never planned to see him again.

We lived in two different worlds.

He was responsible. I was reckless.

He was the good guy. They'd labeled me as out-of-control.

He was harmony on a warm beach day. I was the hurricane that erupted through.

But one night, I call him to rescue me.

And he does more than that.