badnews { jace norman }

prologue

When I was a little girl, my mom would tell me a story, about a woman in Norway, who would sit by the window of her old house in the middle of the night, and write about the man that she's always loved. But the story never ended in a happy ending.

In Norway, the word forelsket means the over whelming feeling you experience when you're falling in love with someone.

A few years ago, I was that girl from Norway, I felt the pain of falling in love and, a few years later, the other brutal pain when our journey was over.

I was in love with a boy who was a lot like I was.

But his life ended.

It was a cold, dark, empty feeling for not only me but the world.

My bestfriend, my everything. His smile continues to linger in my mind. He's laugh still haunts my feelings.
The thought of his touch still sends chills...

It's been three years.

In Bantu, the word Ilunga means a person who is willing to forgive abuse the first time, tolerate it the second... but never the third.

His third ended him..

It's taken me many years, but I understand now why everything always ended in bad news.