Some nights are born to be forgotten.
Others engrave themselves into the skin, beating with every breath.
An impulsive decision, a wrong glance, an unexpected touch... can rewrite the course of an entire life.
We don't always choose whom we love.
Sometimes, love chooses us.
And from that moment on, there is no turning back:
no time enough to forget,
no reason strong enough to surrender,
no force capable of extinguishing what was born at the edge of the abyss.
