Grace sat on her bed listening to blood on the dance floor. She remembered when she had been listening to that band with Tate while playing cards. Every single one of her thoughts raced back to him. She wondered often how he was, and what he was doing now that she left him. All to often she shook it off, remembering that nothing would ever change while they lived in that house. Her little brother was still a new born, despite of being born 3 years ago, and Grace still looked like her 17 year old self. They were frozen, never moving forward. Stuck on earth, forever, in purgatory.
