𝗉𝗈𝖾𝗍𝗋𝗒.

𝟙𝟞𝟝. 𝗕𝗿𝗲𝗮𝗸𝗶𝗻𝗴 𝗱𝗼𝘄𝗻 𝘁𝗵𝗲 𝗖𝗮𝘀𝘁𝗹𝗲 𝗪𝗮𝗹𝗹𝘀

Breaking down the Castle Walls.
The castle was build off our memories and experiences.
The first day, I entered the castle awed at the framed pictures on the wall of snapshots of our best memories.
One day, you weren't there.
Even when there was a bright light and multiple street signs saying
"This way!"
I went a different direction.
I entered a room with different framed pictures.
The reason why I should've left.
I felt guilty in the thought of leaving, leaving everything behind to start anew.
So I broke down the castle so I wouldn't be feel guilty anymore.
~E, starting anew without you.