Book One

It'd be easier if we did avoid each other, but he was the one that kept talking to me! I wished he would stop reminding me, I couldn't take the flashbacks to the accident and I couldn't subtract it. The thing that mattered to me most was in vain, the more I tried to hold close, the more it faded and the more it replayed, the more I cursed it, like watching sand slipping through my fingertips...