The end for us came with a knock on my window.

[...] we grieved for both our lives, in which we were both more dead than alive.

There is no in between, we all have to touch our own bottom.

[...] but for the first time ever, I finally had it in me and I wanted to live. He had taught me well indeed.

There was no sign he’d even been in a fight –Fucking Golden Boy.

I forced my eyes open and saw the image that’s haunted me every day for the past years of my life. And every day, in my nightmares.