I would go to coffee shops, stores, out with my family. People were starting to take notice. They'd ask my parent show I did it, if it was some sort of drug. My parents would just smile and say something about me being "special". I didn't want to be special. No one ever does, whether they admit it or not. It means you're different. You don't belong. You don't fit in.
I used to be popular and had lots of friends. Every single one left when they heard the news. No one really knew how to deal with it or how to help me.
Losing my soul mate has made me realise that I don't want to be helped. I don't want to
belong. I don't want to fit in. I want to be different. I want to be free to make my own choices.
Pretty soon, her name was completely gone.