I was fourteen when I first heard the song Savin’ Me by Nickelback. (don’t judge) What does that song have to do with anything, you may ask? Well, there’s this one lyric in it that goes, “Heaven’s gates won’t open up for me. With these broken wings I’m fallin.’” All at once, I felt the guilt of hurting Madelynn hit me in the heart like a brick. I felt this sharp pain that made me feel like that biker guy reshot me. The worst part about it was that I didn’t even recognize her. When we were dating, she had an emo phase. She’d wear Pierce the Veil bracelets and dye her hair black every month. That was how I remembered her, but things had changed since then.
“Are… are you okay?” she asked, noticing my shocked expression.
“If I told you what was wrong, you would hate me,” I mumbled like a m
