"My nana always told me. Lock your heart away before the big bad wolf comes to play. But what happens dear nan when I seem to have lost the key?" "Of bullets and shards. Of rubbers and ice. Of places and homes. Of broken ties that I cant seem to fix."

"Olivia, why are you so silent? What is going on in that head of yours?", she asked me. "I don't know anything anymore", I whispered back. "He's gone. You can't change reality. " she said while shaking her head. I stay silent yet a war raged within me. To believe or not to believe. "Olive...", she says gently. "Don't call me that!", I snap. "Well! You're going to have to tell me how you feel someday. Your mother said you love writing. Will you write to him now? Even though he's gone?", she asked monotonously. "I don't know", I replied. Even though I said that, the emotion in my voice betrayed me. I finally knew what I was going to do.

Your thoughts. My thoughts. Our thoughts. All these thoughts. Compiled for someone to see.