Prologue
I lost so many people in my life. I thought that maybe since she was sad too we could put it all behind us. We could mix our sadness and pain together.... But sometimes I forget we have to talk you know we have to cry. I ended up destroying her more than I should have. But... she left me her story. Then I left her mine. My scars of pain left cracked pieces of art in my soul which I use to survive and thrive with. Now that my stories are over. You’ll finally hear about the boy in pieces.
