Love doesn't hurt. Expectations do.
Those words were scribbled on the outside of her English binder, but I knew even then that they may as well have been tattooed on the fragments of her heart.
My girl was broken, damaged, and yet I loved her. Foolishly, I'd thought I'd be able to banish her darkness, but I'd only chased it away for a few moments in the sun.
I was too damn young to understand the demons she was fighting. But I'd soon be faced with my own darkness.
Instead of me healing her, she would break me.