The Heart Still Beats

Josh had always been a straight A student. At school, everything was fine. The masses saw a bright boy with an even brighter future.

At home, I knew things weren’t going as well as it should’ve, but he had always brushed it off. So I had brushed it off too. He had always been so adept at making sure that everyone else saw only the side of him that he wanted them to see.

Nothing less, nothing more.

We were in love. Granted, we were young, but what was that to our love?

I had believed that it would be enough.