I'll always remember taking your hand and telling you that everything would be okay.

What had been became what was and a story only works when you know the ending. When the people in it don’t seem like pretend. When you can think about that girl and how she was once upon a time, and see her. When you don’t already know the story is a lie.

I want to care, but I don't. I look at you and all I feel is tired. I walk through school and all I want to do is leave. I wake up in the morning and don't know why I'm here. I feel like I'm not real.

I didn't feel anything watching him go. I didn't even wish I did.

She became a story, one I have mostly forgotten. One I can't end because she died a long time ago.

I wants us to be real. I want to be just you and me. - Ryan

I’m broken, I have cut myself wide open. I can see my heart and it is not what I believed it was, it is not good and kind and all the things I have always thought I am.