This one's a little different. A little more raw and honest. No Tumblr quotes or signature metaphors. Just a few words that he'll never hear cause he's... okay, we'll get to that later. Hi. I'm a girl. More like an escaped victim. And I have a story to tell. Oh no, not about me. This is about someone who pretty much completed me , so yeah, okay, it kind of is about me. Let's start from the end, because the beginning is a little bit of a blur. Alcohol has its way of playing with my head. Get used to it. Oh, and did I mention? This story is about a dead person. Classic plot twist, right? Hang in there, it's not that long. So, as I said, he's dead. And ironically, his last words to me were, "just let me live in peace" . And I, like an idiot, let him do so. We both walked away from this life that we had shared. And I kinda tried to live mine by making sure I always have a shot glass in my hand, but just like I