The Saxophonist

Prime

The depths of my pain were profound. An abyss so vast that people couldn't comprehend it. Anger was a mere facade. The truth was in the hurt. Cursed, it was to be an emotionally intelligent man. My emotional memory was astute. Often, suffering was experienced on a spiritual level. Often, I felt my ancient hurt as if it had just occurred. Often, I spiraled, dissociating into the past, reliving my betrayals. Often, that whirlwind caused me to dissociate, jumping timelines into the future. Tasting the diabetic sweetness of revenge.

Winter

Sure, he was rugged, but he was also docile. A gentle soul, complex with many layers beneath it all. Dangerous, his depth was. The kind capable of suffocation. The kind capable of ruination. The kind capable of issuing heart palpitations. But I was an astute swimmer willing to plunge deep. After ten years of sitting with the weight of crime he didn't commit, he deserved to feel slighted. He deserved to feel rage. Deserved to feel... The physical freedom was only the tip of the iceberg. The mental and emotional freedom would take patience-an abundance of it paired with love and understanding. For him, I'd swim.

After ten long years of being wrongfully incarcerated, Prime Hermès has been freed from the shackles of a 25-year sentence on his life. His first stop as he steps beyond the walls of Paramour Correctional Facility is the woman who aided his release. His second stop? The woman who aided his fall from grace.