We are two halves of a broken hole. Two mangled people trying to find solace in all the darkness we’d been given. For years, I wished I’d never met her. That the night we met could be erased and forgotten. But now, all that matters is the girl inside the closet and the woman who came out of it alive. I wish I could’ve done more to save her mother, if only so I could thank her. For creating the only person on Earth I can’t bear to live without.
