This is not the story of the downfall of Colette Evans or the Northwood Shooting - but the aftermath. It is about the death, the doom and the mourning. It is about the whys and the could-haves. It is about the almosts and the in-betweens. It is about all the broken pieces she left behind.
"The world is a bitter, bitter place, Greyson. There's nothing to do now except get over it." In the sleepy town of Avensgrove, everyone hides their secrets like jewels. They bury it behind fake smiles and pleasantries, and for the longest time - it has worked. And then Blaire DuMonte's body is found at the botto...
At 00:00, Cinderella ran away from her prince, leaving a glass slipper on the marbled steps of the grand staircase. At 00:00, I ran away from him. Unlike Cinderella, I didn't leave a single thing behind. © sonderingly
