My mum always said I’d be famous one day. She told me I would make it big, tucking me into my Superman covers and kissing my forehead. She would go on to sing me Irish songs all night, tell me she loved me, and leave me to my sleep. I never actually slept, it was more pondering what she told me. The thought I’d actually make it was so surreal, I never thought I would. I was just the short Irish lad with the cool brother and dyed blonde hair- nothing more special than a piece of Chicken.
That’s what made it more special, though. That’s why it meant so much more to me- because I never would have expected it. It’s something you could only dream of; something that is so rare, and for me, just an ordinary guy, to achieve something so amazing, was amazing.
And then, she happened. Jade came into my life, and she was my whole world. I couldn’t do anything; I couldn’t think about anything but her. Pathetic, I know, but like my friends say, ‘when I fall, I fall hard.’
But she left. She left just as abruptly as she came. She didn’t say goodbye. She said she was just going out with some friends. I didn’t think that meant not ever coming back. I didn’t know that meant changing everything about herself. I didn't know that meant moving away, dying your hair, and changing your name to Breanne Limeworth. I didn't know that meant 'losing' contact with me. That was the worst day of my life.
