Once someone's let go, there's no point going back for them. Better to end it right there. Harder? Yeah, it's harder. But I keep telling myself I'll thank myself later.

Once upon a time, there was a little girl named Clementine — no, really, that's how this all began. She grew up thinking that everything would be perfect. And, well, aside from all the problems in the world, life is perfect. But not perfect enough, because everyone takes life for granted. Complaining, whining, thinking everything's a mess… In that sense, being a kid might be easier. Because not knowing what's out there is a good thing sometimes. Not… all the time, but y'know, sometimes.

But this kid, she woke up one day thinking life, sweet as it is when you're a kid, was good. And that one day was the first of many that didn't live up to her expectations. Sure, she'd had her good days and bad days, but this day was when the world just stopped being what it used to be. She was scared, she was sad, she was so surprised that things had gone so bad so quickly. But she was never mad. I know I would've been. But she was never mad that the world wronged her. She just accepted it and hoped it would only get better. She was strong because she was close to the good world she remembered. She was a kid. She didn't think the world had gotten worse, she thought the world was having a bad day. A bad week. A bad month. She was strong because she didn't stop to think whose fault this was, why it was happening or when it would end.

Now, some may call that ignorance. Some may say that she wouldn't last long thinking that everyone would live happily ever after eventually. But they would be completely wrong.

My name is Luke, and this is not my story. This isn't something that'll make you feel sorry for me. Hell, this doesn't have anything to do with me. This is the truth and nothing but the truth of how one little girl made it so far in a world that wasn't giving her much to live for.