Sometimes, I wonder what would change if I were still with her. I wonder if she would be happy. She might be. Her cracks would be smaller, less conspicuous.
But I can't change the past. No one can.
I began to see her fading. She began to sink into the shadows of her despair. I watched her fall. She screamed my name. I couldn't help her.
She reached out to grab my hand, hoping that hers could meet mine. But she never felt my reassurance.
I can't cry for her. I'm just afraid that if I start to cry, I'll never stop. And I need to be strong right now. I need to be strong for myself. But mostly for her.
I need to be strong for Ally.
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Shatter Me {complete}
Short StoryShe was falling fast with no lifeline back to shore. I wanted to help her, but sometimes we can't save people from themselves. They need to swim a little harder, push a little harder, believe a little more. This is the story of Ally. This is her...
