Those people clearly don’t know what it means to be the only one left standing when the world around you crumbles. “I found my ex hanging from a belt last winter.” My eyes widen as my head snaps up. “I don’t know if ex is the right term...” he goes on to say, a frown burrowing in deep between his eyes. Eyes normally so blue, that now appear duller, almost lifeless, as they wander aimlessly over the horizon. “But it’s not like I can still call him my boyfriend when he’s dead.”
