Chapter 1No one really realizes how fragile life is until they have almost lost it, or are on the verge of losing it. So many times, have I lost the ones that I deeply care for thought a young man, resting against a large stone, relaxing from an arduous day. He begins fiddling with a piece of grass he plucked from the ground below him, swirling it in midair as his thoughts ran, his bright green eyes keeping in check with his progress. A small breeze passes through, tickling his long black hair. His hair is partially pulled back, leaving long wisps freely hanging in his face, which gently sway in the breeze. I can remember that day, all too we
'To a Beautiful Soul...'Here I am thought the young man with the disheveled brown hair. staring out to the stars in a sleepless night again, with false hopes of finding something to save me from myself He let out a short, sorrowful sigh as he finished and closed his eyes to cut himself from the rest of the world. At the same moment, his hands clenched tightly, the knuckles turning a chalky white, leaving scars to be seen vividly. All at once, he relaxed and slumped into a nearby chair, all the while with his sad eyes closed, lonely tears welling and building to create a soft wetness on his cheeks. As he sat on his wooden cha