When my parents died a piece of me did as well. What part you ask? Happiness I answer.
I had few things left after they died. I had clothes, a home, and little sanity. I didn’t want to lose anything else. Separating from others, staying silent… slowly fading away. I became nothing more than a shadow that people passed in the hallways, or walked by during the day.
My name is Raven Dracomen. This is my story of how one person helped me come back to life, and find happiness. How we slowly came together and discovered what we had both truly longed for.
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