21 parts Ongoing MatureThis isn't a story I ever thought I'd tell, or maybe, even could tell. It's about her, about Amaya. The girl who was a whirlwind of chaos, a bright, burning star that didn't care what anyone thought of her. And honestly, I didn't think much of her either, not at first. She was... selfish, reckless, completely herself, in a way that was both infuriating and, I'll admit now, strangely captivating.
This story you're about to read is how I saw her, how I remember her. Every word, every detail, it's all from my perspective, my eyes tracing the outline of who I thought she was. It's funny, isn't it? How we only truly see someone when they're gone. Because it wasn't until after...after everything, that I began to truly understand her, and I guess, that's when I began to love her. This is my attempt to make sense of all of it, of her. This is my memories of her.
"If only you knew, Amaya, if only you knew."