The air was warm and the day was sunny. Looking back to my past has never been an easy thing to do, but looking back on that day stirs a mass of emotion that collide and contradict each other. I feel the warmth and happiness I felt when she spoke, then I feel the sorrow from when she left. I can't say I don't miss her but I know she wouldn't want me suffering the pain of loosing her. Sometimes I hear her voice. And sometime see her smile. She was grace. She was elegance. She was the Sun,the moon, and the stars. She was my world. And she is gone.
My name is Liam Tarance. I lost my parents when I was 6. Every single detail imprinted into my skull, like it was branded on my brain. My past is dark, and my mind is fragile. I am what you could call broken. When I was with her all that melted away. Like snow when the warmth of spring sunshine hits the earth. She was my rock and I was her beast. I was her soldier and she was my queen. And now she is gone and I am alone. Her name is Hope. It truely was a fitting name for such a bright shining star that has such a glorious future ahead of her.
Maybe I should start from the beginning. Be warned my past isn't pretty so be ready.
