Some people are afraid of being alone. This person is afraid of connection. Every time someone grows close enough to be called a friend, something terrible seems to follow. Laughter fades, silence takes its place, and memories grow heavy. At first...
Some people are afraid of being alone. This person is afraid of connection. Every time someone grows close enough to be called a friend, something terrible seems to follow. Laughter fades, silence takes its place, and memories grow heavy. At first, the world calls it bad luck. But when tragedy repeats again and again, it begins to feel less like coincidence and more like something arranged long before it happened. Because of this, the person keeps a distance, building walls around the heart. Yet even before the fear began, that person had already begun to love someone-endlessly and impossibly. A love that refused to fade, even in a world that might never allow it. And when that person finally leaves this world, the story does not end. The heart that person once carried begins to beat inside someone else, still loving the same person.