❝But why would I want to get in heaven, when all my friends are in hell?❞ [Warnings: highly sexual content, age differents, drug-use, strong language]

I fell in love with a boy who had millions of hearts at his disposal. He chose the broken, bruised and stitched up heart I called my own. He tried his best to mend all my broken parts together, to hug me so tight all my broken parts came together again. But with all the love he could give, and all the drugs I took to numb the pain, it still wasn't enough.

He never knew life could be this way, but truly if he did, he wouldn't have cared. He cared about nothing, not even himself until her. Before her, he was empty/ Before her he knew nothing of joy or completion, and this is his journey to his life After her.