Broken

Deceased.Gone.Someday to become a distant memory. They're dead and I don't feel an ounce of remorse.Instead, the relief is almost instant. No longer will I feel like scum because my heart lies with him—My Noah.The voice might've forced my hand, but in the end, I'll always choose my heart. I've lived within my fear of losing him and that’s now been stripped from me.We've been forced to say goodbye to our past and I'm embracing my future with both hands.I'm no longer afraid.I'm pissed. They want u