Your whole life you knew there was just something wrong about you, something cruel, but you didn't fight it anymore, in fact you embraced it.

The day your boyfriends coffin was lowered into the ground, you slid your number into the pocket of his best friend knowing that you weren't done with your insatiable need for chaos.

No one at the funeral knew that it was you who drove your boyfriend to jumping Infront of that train, and his closest friend Dale had assumed you just wanted to meet up for some comfort.

As you walk into the bar and sit beside him in your best outfit, he offers you a sincere smile.

"Hey, how are you holding up?"