A collection of notes, a public library, two teenagers, and zero spoken communication.

it isn't always as it seems. first breaths of love, first breaks of hearts, first year. October 2013 - May 2015

A collection of thoughts struggling to find some meaning.

“Someone once told me to be careful when trying to fix a broken person for you may cut yourself of the shattered pieces.” They were brought together by a painful tragedy. Her past destroyed her mentally and physically leaving her nothing but a hallow body, with a black soul. Her secrets are the roots to all their problems. Will he get cut trying to pick up the broken pieces? Will she self destruct? Deaths..drugs...secrets... Can they handle it?