This has nothing to do with me, not anymore.
But it has everything to do with her.
I have, however, been there before, down that very road.
This story doesn't end happily.
I was there, right in the middle of it all. When we were both hurting, he came. The reaper. He was there for her, when she thought nobody else was. He found a door in her defensive walls, and knocked. And knocked. And finally she let him in. She always lets him in.
Another boy is waiting. This boy is breaking her heart, and secretly, his heart is breaking too. But he better not let her get too distant, or he'll loose her. He would be a fool to loose her. But maybe he already has.
She is, after all the girl of all the boys' dreams.
