"Let me tell you the story, about what happens when a heart as cold as ice meets one made of gold." What happens to the things that nobody can remember? Are they forgotten? Did they mean anything at all? Did they even exist at some point? All his life, Connor has been told that he must forget. That he must let go and move on, and live the life he has been gifted with, even after the tragedy. But Connor doesn't want that. He keeps in mind the same series of noises over and over, every day, just to get by and to convince himself that it wasn't just a dream. That it happened. That it was real. That he was real. For the past ten years he has been moving from place to place, with barely any interest to accommodate himself. That is until he reaches that town... and meets him. Funny, how it works in the ways of the heart.

"tyler?" his parents are staring at him. they look worried. "sorry," he mumbles, and he means it. he sits back down. "thought i saw someone." WARNING: i wrote this a few years ago. it's a little graphic and a lot predictable. not my best work but i'm keeping it up because people seem to like it for some reason

❝He knew what he was doing. He wished he didn't.❞ a bully's perspective. Ⓒ 2015-16, paperhigh. Highest Ranking: #22 in Short Story [26/05/16]