My Dark Art

When you are trying to forget any memory related to a person who has passed away one day....
when you are always afraid of talking about anything related to that person....
When you change because of the death of that person....
When your smile fades away and the misery covers you....
But then, you meet someone who opens your old wounds and lets the bleeding of pain start again..the memories come into your brain again..and the grief sneaks to the inside again...
Will your life change? To the better? To the worst?
Could this wound opener be a ...... friend?

Will Andre (decide) to.......change?