Prologue

Some people put walls up, not to keep people out, but to see who cares enough to knock them down. Everything's blurry, but the feelings are real. I want it to end, all this hatred, and this sadness and loneliness and madness going on inside me. It's all one giant storm, wrecking havoc, twisting and churning. Tearing my soul apart one by one, and never ending.

But then I met him,

And I knew I was not the only one.