There was no sign he’d even been in a fight –Fucking Golden Boy.

Somewhere in between, I had fallen for that boy.

[...] we grieved for both our lives, in which we were both more dead than alive.

We had been younger. Yup, you can grow a lot in the blink of an eye.

[...] but for the first time ever, I finally had it in me and I wanted to live. He had taught me well indeed.

The end for us came with a knock on my window.