Caden. Caden, sweetie, it s time to go. My Aunt Randi s voice came from the outside of my door as I was pulling on my black leather jacket. I hate how she treats me now, like I m breakable. Always calling me sweetie or honey, like I ll breakdown any minute. I wish things could just go back to the way they were but they can t because she s gone. The person who sung me to sleep after I had nightmares and kissed my pain away when I fell down, the person who had single handedly raised me my whole life after my jerk of a father ditched us when she refused to give me up had been ripped away from me forever.

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