Dedication △ (ybm)

18 year old, Angie was from none other than Atlanta, Georgia. She hadn't always lived the city life, growing up she lived in a small town in South Carolina. She always said she couldn't wait to leave and sure enough she kept her word. The day she turned 18 she packed up and left to endure the world on her own. That was how she liked it, she had become accustomed to the feeling of loneliness. After her father passed her mother was comatose or at least that's how it seemed. She smiled brightly as if nothing could hurt her, she could make you laugh and forget all of your sorrows, but she couldn't seem to do the same for herself. She kept telling herself she was okay hoping that maybe one day she could believe it. Her only escape from her state of pure loneliness was music. She was singing before she could talk and playing the piano and guitar soon followed. She would go to every concert in town. It was the only small piece of happiness she could muster. But can he show her true happiness?