An addict. A pain Junkie. And a quintessential sad angel. That’s who I manage to hitch myself to. The girl I’ve known since we were little babies. The girl that’s struggling and suffering in silence, mentally, emotionally and even fucking physically. My girl. And no matter how hard I try, you won’t budge. The sadness just seems like it’s a part of you now. So he watches the little girl he’d play with at the park or whose ma would bring her over so they could run around with the sheep, pretending to be herding dogs, kill herself. This new you is a lot different. But, even still, you are mine. Because you may be broken but you don't need fixing, you need love.

Sneaking into the grounds of your da’s home has become a natural skill. And while sneaking into the Mayor’s home may be a crime, I need to check in on my lass. God knows what you may have gotten herself into. I creep and crawl through the grounds before her windows and balcony come into my view, with a strong running start, I jump and catch onto the floor of her balcony and push myself onto it before slipping inside and shutting the door with a faint click. My eyes land on the empty bed and the lights turned on. Weird considering it’s eleven at night but it’s nothing I should be surprised about. A muffled, quiet sob pulls my attention to the ensuite bathroom. My stomach churns and the familiar pain in my heart surfaces again. The sound of her distressed little whimpers breaks my heart and it doesn’t help that, the familiar scent of sweet flowers makes its way into my nostrils.