When love happens it's immediate. Even if you wish to deny it, hate it or whatever you feel. It happens. You can try and deny it, you can try and fight it but no matter what, it happens and no matter how far you try and run from it, it still creeps up on you. Funnily, it is like Karma. Karma was never too kind to me and when I met him, for the first time, I knew that one day karma would catch up with me. As I stepped out on to the street, I never even saw it; I smiled, looking straight in front of me. It was the first time in ages, I had felt like me. Felt human and alive. For years, I had hid, playing a game of pretend, even if I loved them and for the rest of my human life, I would love them. Just, things happened. Things always happen and it all falls apart. Pleading, begging, crying, it was not the way I should live my life. And when it was all over and the dust settled, I realised that I was on my own. That is what hurt; I was all on my own. I should be used to it, I was on my own when I was in Forks but now, I was even more so on my own. In a strange place, lonely, upset and confused. My story has a beginning, middle and an end. It is sad, it is life though, you have to get used to it. You never live in a fairytale; you just live in a pretend world if you believe in that. And as I lay here, dying, broken in the street, I smile as the pain numbs, it meant that finally everything was coming to an end. And I could be happier. I would not feel like a failure or a fake anymore.