The saddest part of life is that knowing when you die, people won’t cry because they merely loved you, appreciated you or that they acknowledged your existence, they cry because you are no longer there to provide you with what they once had. No matter how much you think about it, it will always be the same. They’ll miss you because of what you gave them during your short little life.
Nevaeh was happy. She used to laugh, sing and have a social life. But after that day, she was never the same again. Now she walks around, with a mask; pretending to be the girl that everyone wants her to be. What happened that changed her? Will she ever be the same again? Will she truly ever find herself again?
