"We are like glass; We break and eventually we shatter" -* She held a bottle in her pale hands. She trembled, afraid to drop it and loose everything inside it. Her happiness, her worth, herself. She was emotionally drained. Charlie was finally cracking. He held onto a string, which was tied to her bottle. He heard her cries miles away. He had a choice. Pull the string and watch her fade from everything she once was. Or follow the string, saving her from she was becoming. Josh could choose to be a hero. Or the villain. Two brokens, one savior. Warning: drug abuse, strong language, sexual content, nudity(probably), etc. Copyright©everestshttAll Rights Reserved
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