Let them.

“Let them.” I said, trying to comfort the girl, now crying with bruised elbows. Min does a half-nod and kneels down on the grass, slowly picking up the pieces and putting them into little boxes. “Did you make them yourself? The boxes, I mean.” She nods and smiles for a split second, before the frown…

Before.

Before you were burned did you ever think that a pain like this existed Before your heart was stolen and then broken did you ever think that you could feel this much Before the lies were told and secrets swept away would you have thought that people are good and kind Before the rain came…