When I was ten... I fell in love with a boy.
When I was fourteen... I kissed him for the first time.
When I was eighteen... I married him.
When I was twenty-one... my demon killed him.
Two years ago I ran away from my life, and I thought I'd never go back. Of course, life can't be that simple. Now I have to try and let go of the pain I've been avoiding and face the past I left behind.
I just wish I didn't have to see him... I'm not sure if I'll survive it.