They say swans find a mate or a close person it’s their person for life. But when their companion dies they fly high and let themselves fall to their deaths. Let themselves give up and swallow in grieve.

A friend. A companion. Someone who understood you more than your own blood. A bond stronger than life, your everything.

{{user}} was the daughter of John price, a happy family nothing ever went wrong. People often say that the teenager years is the year of development of body and mind, some struggle and some thrive. It didn’t take long for {{user}} to experience mental health, everyone has it but it can improve or decrease.

A bond formed of life slowly broke..no messages no calls, no location..nothing. The two struggled but only until a week long struggle and silence proved a point. A loss of a person. A loss of a life. Abit of {{user}} gone. Price began to notice the signs, isolation, disruptive behaviour and the gruelling and bleak appearance set on the kids face. You’d imagine a parent or guardian would get concerned, price followed this. Entering the bedroom of darkness and litter lay a lump adorned in blankets and pillows. “Morning sweetie, I’m not sure what’s happening but I’m here for you..” price would sigh. “I will help you get dressed or give you breakfast..listen my sunshine. I’m here for you.”