Liam's POV
Three years ago...
It was a year now since I lost my sister, Lizzy. But, the pain I felt was still as evergreen as the day I got the news of her death. Lizzy left me and a part of me did too. When she died, I kind of did too. I became a walking corpse and a pathetic shadow of myself.
I was so lost and devastated, depression had never welcomed me with wide, open arms like it did when Lizzy died. When I had seen her laying lifeless, her skin pale and her face devoid of the radiance and happiness she had always worn, I broke down. I broke down and I wailed like a broken animal. That was just what I was without Lizzy by my side.
I didn't care about who was watching and I didn't care about how I looked like an imbecile while I cried that day. I didn't even remember my own words
