Dear Reader:
Thank you for showing an interest in "Dr. Collin
Murphy." Be warned, the following story contains foul language, romance,
some gory scenes, and slight sexual content. As usual, this is a first draft. I
apologize for any and all errors, but feel free to drop me a line about them.
The more help, the better. Also, when I find out how to change the appearance of chapters (from old to new rather than new to old) I'll make the change. For now, it has to stay this way. But enough about that. Let's talk love, yes?
Love can be a dangerous thing. If the love is mutual,
respectful, and enthralling, then you've reached what many people will never
reach in their lifetime. If it isn't, then it becomes dangerous. It is the only
drug created by you, for you, about you. If the love breaks, so do we. If the
love is shattered, so are we. If the love is blinding, so are we. When we find
it, we want to overdose. When we lose it, we go through withdrawals. We fall
for this drug all the time. Even if we aren't aware of it, we want it. We crave
it. We yearn for it.
This drug is most hazardous when exposed to infidelity.
Something about losing your love to someone else, brings an entirely different
side to people. One we never knew we had in us. One that appears when the drug
created by you, is taken by someone else. It appears in many forms. It appears
as a depressed soul, an angry rampage, or a quiet, discreet, vengeful being.
This is the world of heartache. We barely recognize ourselves. Or, perhaps,
it's who we've always been, we just needed to be taken off the drug.
I have so many questions for you, the reader, about how you
act when your love is stripped from right under your nose. Who do you become? I
would love to get some answers. In the meantime, here's Dr. Collin Murphy,
he'll answer some questions for us...
Sincerely,
L. Danny Perez
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