There was a point in time where everything was perfect. Love blossomed, and death was painless and peaceful. This came to a stop when he did. If you asked the locals about the tale of the boy who flew too close to the sun, most would tell you it was merely a boy who couldn't follow directions. Some would tell you that it was completely a myth. Only I knew the actual story. But this isn't a story about love. Neither is it a story about being perfect. This is the tale of my life, and how he affected it. This is the tale of how light became dark. This is the tale of how good became bad. This is the story of Me. We will start at the beginning. ❖❖❖❖❖❖❖❖❖❖❖❖❖❖❖❖❖❖❖❖❖❖❖❖❖❖ Hi sorry, bad a descriptions! Hope you like!