Bᴇғᴏʀᴇ Asʜᴇs

Pierce Edwards.
The boy who told me, my shoes looked good, even though we knew they weren't. The boy who shared his lunch, when I dropped mine. The boy I grew up with... the man he became... the stranger I tried to know.
It was a friendship, a love, a tumble, a home...

Before Ashes.

~A/N
This is a story based on a few memories. Short chapters would each contain one of those memories. I'd try to give this story, a happier ending but it ought to be twisted with reality.