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down. Sometimes he would do so with such force that the ground beneath would shiver under his

fragile and broken. Your need to hide everything behind that pretty face was what drew me closer to you."

to. His words confused me more by each passing second and no matter

ders; people hardly noticed you, although I don't blame them. You were almost invisible in those quiet shadows you chose to hide." After placing the

nd kept fidgeting my hands in hopes of somehow freeing them from the sharp bite of the zip ties. He knew that I was fighting back

ns that made us behave almost exactly the same. Maybe that's what drew me towards you. Perhaps I thought you would understand me in the sea of faces, understand and share my pain.

ople around believed them except of course who already knew." His grip tightened on my shoulders with a reminder of some unknown memory that I h

Did he go through the same things

visited. The small round neck with a white collar, long sleeves, yellow little bows, and red roses. I remember it all like it was j

ll about you, hold you close and never let go even though you were just eleven, and I was seventeen." Eleven...I hardly remember anything from that age or after that or even befor

my eyes, something square, that blocked the harsh glare of the spotlight falling on my face. Too scared and afraid of whatever it was, I

uint my eyes open and see what was happening around. That square piece of

t for me to see the print on it but soon enoug

f me when I