Always There

I’ve always comprehended the concept of abandonment. When I was eight, my mother and father drowned. After that, I isolated myself and built wall after indestructible wall around myself.

Candice Wells, my aunt and guardian, was the only person that understood me, yet I ignored her, pushed her away. I never want to go back to the way I was before; reading reclusively behind the school, never uttering a single word to anyone, never showing anything but an impassive expression.

I refuse to continue like that, so I have taken it upon myself to become the complete opposite. I involve myself in school activities, receive impeccable grades, and pretend as if my innumerable walls have suddenly caved in.

I pretend I’m happy.

I pretend that I’m content with my life.

I put up a false front and nobody knows about it.

Except for him.