The act of grieving meant so much more when you were doing it in the center of a group of people who loved you, or had at least loved the same person as you. What did my lonesome grief mean to the world? Nothing. People had to know about this, but they never would. I had nowhere to run – I was still closeted to my friends, my mom barely wanted anything to do with my life, and my dad was, well, my dad. The world had erased ColeyAndNickyVille.
