Prologue i ~ Grief

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– Luciander –

I sat in my bedroom, a collage of photos fanned out around me; photos of Theo and I. It took me every last bit of the remaining parts of my broken heart to muster up the courage to get these photos out. The love I gave him was beyond belief. He was my other half, my rock, the lyrics to my music.

Then he left.

No, he didn’t cheat on me. No, he didn’t beat me or hurt me. Actually, he was the one getting hurt. And he got hurt to a certain point where he left this world and me in it.

I thought I could help him. I thought I could keep him alive. I thought I could keep him from jumping onto the rails. I thought I was enough to keep him here. I knew I could’ve stopped the bullying, though.

Now look what happened.

I didn’t think I could ever trust myself with a boyfriend again because I thought I’d just leave him alone for a second and then when I’d come back in the room, he’d be limp, lifeless, leaning against something and gone forever.

Quiet, Luciander, I thought to myself. You need to understand that it was not your fault.

It never worked. I didn’t think I’d ever get over what I didn’t do to help Theo.

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