Prologue

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Beads of sweat cover my forehead and I try to bring my breathing back to normal as I sit on the floor in the washroom of my school.  My hands have started shaking indicating the onset of a panic attack. Tears start streaming down my face as all the memories I had shoved to the deepest corners of my mind all this time start flashing through my mind.

13 fucking months! I had accepted the loss and learned to continue my life without him when he disappeared all those months ago. But seeing his face again, after all this time is enough to cut open the wounds again that he'd left in his wake. 

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