My life has been severed into two distinctive origins.

Before. After.

You don’t need to know too much of my life before. It’s no longer highly relevant to my tale. The damage is certainly mine. I’m a ghost. The shell of the lady from before striving to survive in the after. Love. Life. Companionship. I’ve pushed everything away in my own fight to inhale another day.

Who am I? Nobody.

Worse, I’ve lost view of why We continue to endure. Until him. Until he reminds me of the girl of before.

Contains mature themes.