Braxton lost his mind the day he lost his wife.

Maybe this world wasn't made for all of us. Some of us just didn't fit in, or find the perfect people to hold on to. Maybe some of us needed another person stronger than us, to help us. To let them be our anchors, not letting us sink. Everyone needs that. Maybe what he did was because we weren't supportive. Or maybe he just felt like leaving us behind, with no room for making another decision to come back. Sometimes there are easier ways to solve things. But that wasn't crossing his mind. ______________________________ Hey guys. This is my first story and it's actually kind of weird. I've never been fond of writing, just reading. But I'll try and see how it goes from here alright? Just let me know:)

Formerly titled 'The Clandestine Letters of Ellie Easton' "Hope breathes eternal. And you can say I'm a girl who wished for too much. I guess I am, because I wished for you." [s h r i n k i n g v i o l e t _ 2 0 1 5] [c o m p l e t e d]

Violet Lawrence: It's been ten days. Ten days since I've been taken to a rehabilitation center. Ten days since my mother said her last and final goodbye. Ten days since I've lost hope in almost everything. ..... Michael Clifford: This was done for my own good, I know. But I hate it.. And now I have to leave her... Oh god.