My Dear Trauma Bond

My Dear Trauma Bond...

Where do I start? I've struggled most of my life, but I've pulled through. Absent father, absent friends, absent relationships, until one, one special friend who I adored so much, but it seemed to only be through rose tinted glasses. Oh well, the world is better pink anyway.

Eloette was full of ambition and light, but it was sort of weighed down, covered by the pile of problems that seemed to grow like mould. Maybe that was just the way she was, a garden. Yes there was mould, but there were flowers too.
Mark was too full of ambition, and that is pretty much how they clicked.

Two university students who seemed to make ends meet by living together seemed not too bad of a plan, until they actually got to know each other. Maybe a little too much.