Fall to Pieces

Prologue

This is the story of how my world collapsed around me. Literally.

This is the story of the Earth-shaking event that happened in 2021. I know it seems like so long ago, like no one even cares about it anymore, but I do. I care, and every May thirteenth, I still go to the cemetery on Rosalani Hill and replace the flowers on four graves. And then I still go to the houses of everyone who was there, and we all cry together and remember those four people and how their young, potential-packed lives were ripped from them like the buildings were ripped from the ground on that day.

This is the story of how I died inside. So if you aren't in the mood to hear some senile old woman's tragic story, leave. But if you are, thank you. It does me good to tell the story every once in a while.