{'Scars have the strange power to remind us that our past is real.'}
Quinn
One day. One afternoon.
And that morning, I was exhausted from fixing everything, including my new life. From taking all the waste outside my Dad's house and filling the place up with new things I bought with my sister from the town mall yesterday. Lucky, my Grandma gave me loads of money before she died. It was enough to support me through high school and even my college expenses in the future. So it was really a lot.
Once we finished, I really thought that this house could be my peaceful shelter but I just couldn't believe that I let my guard down that easily. Though I was glad that she'd never seen what was beneath my sour words when I woke up from flying, seeing her there; more beautiful than my own soaring
