I never thought it would be so impossibly hard, locking myself to get away. Trying to escape the world. I had one thing to hold on to, my heart. But when I met Damian it was longer my heart. I loved him so much, that my heart was his.

And now that he’s dead, I’m not so sure that I can keep moving.

“Mya please just come out!” My older sister Alice knocked on my door.

“Leave me alone,” I say, “I’m not coming out.”

“He’s one boy,” Alice’s voice is muffled by the wooden door. “Out of a whole world.”

My chest aches as her words enter my mind, “How can you say that?” I cry.

“He’s not just one boy. He was the boy.”

I hear Alice sigh on the other side, “Mya there’s a whole sea out there. You’ll find someone else.”

“Just stop!” I yell, covering my ears with my pillow. “You don’t understand!”

“Mya—“

“No!” I cut her off, “You don’t get to say this. I’m the one who lost him, I’m the one who has to live with the hole in my chest. So no! You don’t get to tell me there’s a whole world out there . . . There isn’t. Because my world was with Damian. And he’s not here.”

My voice cracks as I say his name.

“He’s not hear,” I repeat.

Alice twists the door knob sliding into my room.

“You’re right,” she whispers, “But you’ve got to move on.”

I shake my head again, “I don’t. I won’t.”

Alice sits on the edge of my bed, “Then you’re never going to make it out there.”

I sigh shutting my eyes, “Who says I want to.”