I'm no longer a knight. My armor is no longer shining. For I've become a broken, shattered person. A person whose every hope and dream has crumbled to pieces in front of his very eyes. I can't bear to look into the mirror anymore. I can't bear to see the haunted look in my eyes. But most of all, I can't bear to be me.
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Short StoryI had become heartless. Detached from all emotions. Living life like an unfinished puzzle, a small part of me missing. Lost. Never to be found again. And then she came along with all her smiles and laughter and cheerfulness. She helped fix me up. Sl...
