This is my very first story. Please help critique it. :D
*Prologue*
The most difficult part of life has to be living.
You don't know what'll happen along the way. Nothing is planned, and no one is safe. That's why we have to make decisions all the time.
At least, that's my outlook on life.
And after living these years, I've gotten a taste of how cruel life can be. How its clutches can suddenly jerk out at the most inconvenient of times, and reel you back in to its torture base.
In that torture base, I see others like me. I don't feel so lonely anymore, I don't feel as empty. And slowly, one by one, they scatter and disappear. It's back to only me again.
And then I met you.