Truth comes a lot easier when you’re thirteen. Things were a lot less complicated too — this or that, us or them, love or hate.

A couple of birthdays back, she even told me she was happy with someone at the moment. And now that conversation haunts me. She always did call me on being emotionless. And the great truth is — it’s certainly not so, because I do feel. (Embarassingly so.) She cared deeply enough to be there, and I wish I did stay for a little while longer.

Sixteen.

Sixteen stab wounds to change your life. Sixteen stab wounds to make you think about mortality, and what animal in his right mind would do such a thing. These are the grays in the horizon when you’re thirteen.

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