15.

My mom was my world.

She died a few years ago after losing her battle with Colon cancer. She'd battled it for a few years before it ultimately claimed her. Even though it was expected for the few months leading up to it, it didn't make the pain go away. Not in the slightest.

I was broken.

I was in middle school and I remember being so heartbroken I felt numb. I didn't go to school for a while but even after returning, I resembled a zombie. I was always in my own world and never let anyone in.

I didn't understand how God would let something like that happen to her, happen to me. What did we ever do to deserve so much pain?

I hated everything. I hated life.

That's when Ezra came along.

The first time I saw him was the first time, after my mom's death that I felt not so horrible. He walked in