Warning! This story will have mentions of rape, self harm, death, and mental illness, so if you are triggered by any of these things, please don't read this story. P.s: The art used in the cover is not mine. Credit to the artist. When my brother died, it felt like a part of me was missing; erased from existence. Ever since the day it happened I had dreams about his death, and how it felt to lose him. My mind was never focused, and I thought that maybe, one day, I would get over it. But now I think that day will never come. Vision had been watching me, making sure I didn't do anything stupid, but I always thought about stupid things. I always thought about what it would be like to be loved by someone. Pietro was the only person who ever loved me, and probably ever will.