There once was a girl, and she spun through time like it was a carnival ride. She couldn't see past the light, the glaring light. The girl was blind to the darkness. She fell in love with a boy.
The boy didn't love anyone, and his whole being was filled with so much hate (angerpainhatehatehate). Hate for himself, hate for his brother, hate for everything. And hate was all that was left.
There was another boy, one with smiles like sunshine and who was always so happy, even though he had nothing (nothing at all) to be happy about. And he laughed, he laughed to hide the hurt, and forged on through life because if he didn't then who would?
And there was a man, a man whose everything had been torn from him. His days were filled with shame, and grief (the tears won't stop). All he used to be had shattered, now a hollow shell of what he could have been and now could never be again (the pain never goes away).
They were broken, even connected (togetheralwaysstaytogether) as they were. Something about them didn't fit quite right, as if everything had fallen apart, came back together, and a crucial piece had been lost in the process. And that was really what it was. Three who had their precious people ripped cruelly from them, and one who soon would.