Celestial_Freemore
It started in August the begining of the end for many of us. Just like leaves in the fall we fell. Unlike the leaves it wasn't angelic and slow; it was swift and all too painful. Some deaths we're quick and some heartbreakingly slow. I was the final one standing in the end, of course. As per usual I'm left for last. However this is our story, and I want to tell it right. I owe it to them, I feel, since I didn't fulfill their wishes. This is not some simple story that is black or white. Look between the lines, and find your own anwser on who is to blame.