Yesterday

One

There's something's in life you'll never forget. For example, when I was 16, I feel in love. He was 20, average height, not so average man. His wavy hair almost covered his piercing eyes, and his sharp jaw line was perfect. His voice made me melt like butter, even more so when he sang. I remember falling slowly but surely in love with him. However, I also remember the pain. The endless, mind blowing pain. The pain I couldn't control. That made me forget what love was. Who I was.
But most of all, I remember the day I cracked. The day I killed Ashton Irwin.