My name is Abigail. I'm imperfect, insecure, but brave. Alone is a way to put it. But then... there was him. He understood how I felt, he never judged me. I felt like he was the one. But...I was wrong. He never knew me like I thought. Instead, he was against me. He was in a gang. A personal group. And I... was still alone. Well, at least that's what I thought.