It's hard to know that everything he ever said to me was a lie. That he'd never leave my side: lie. That we'd always be best friends: lie. That we'd always be there for each other: lie. That he'd always love me: lie. I still count down the days until we're both twenty years old, knowing that when I left he said to me, "I'll call you when we're twenty." I've been waiting for about 1,825 days, and I only have 17 left, but I'm not optimistic because I am falling into darkness, and there's no one left to catch me. est//2.16.15 Copyright © 2015 seriously-riley; julia_genevieve This book or any portion thereof may not be reproduced or used in any manner whatsoever without the express written permission of the publisher.