Our Friendship. Thinking back before all this, I remember our friendship. The kind of friend who'd pause the million and one things he had to do just for a chat. The kind of friend who'd eat lunch with you everyday and not worry. The kind of friend who'd invite you up to the long jump sand pit with his son to mess around with remote control cars. The kind of friend who went a bit further, even though it pushed the rules to there boundaries. You were my best friend. People my own age came and went. They argued and fought. But not me and you. We spent any time we could together. We took on any challenge, and we defeated it with ease. We were a team. I did not know it then, but you had stolen my heart. It wasn't until there were no rules that it became so clear.

Love. To write about love may be the biggest cliche in the book, but I have in pleasure of being in love. Love is not a term you can throw around. There are different kinds of love. There's the love for family and the love for friends. But the most #life changing - Falling in love. True love is so real, so raw, that when you say it, it feels up your whole being. It has ups and downs, but it remains undying and everlasting. You can drop anything, however important and travel any distance, just to be with the one you love. You could fall in love with anyone. Love could steadily grow, with someone close to you, till it can no longer be ignored. It can be love at first sight, a smile in the street that is never forgotten. Love happens everywhere, everyday. Between so many different people, but to each of those people it's a light in the dark. So when you next say I love you, make sure you mean it <3

The Dark. As I lay here in the dark my past becomes real once again. You are here. I see you, right here in my room. You're not who you were. Your deep blue eyes, those eyes which I fell in love with, have turned a bitter cold. You are angry. But you have no right to be. You tear me apart with your words. You pick up every fault, spewing out words of hate, as if they were poison on your lips. I try so hard not listen, to turn away but your persistence defeats me. I begin to not only listen, but believe. The hate for myself builds inside me. I think of all those bad things I've done, those mistakes I've made. You tower over me, pushing me down. I cry. I'm so scared now. I just want it to be okay. Tell me it will be okay?

The Room His office, if you could call it that, was an absolute tip. I would have put it under the workshop category personally. I'd never spent much time in the DT block, it wasn't something that interested me, at the time. I imagine it would have been a good sized room, had it not been so cluttered. There was a distinct smell of sawdust and oil. I sneezed as the tiny grains of wood tickled my nose. There were saws, drills, cable ties, paint, nails, just dumped by careless students, on the numerous work benches. The whole left hand wall, floor to ceiling, was covered in shelving in which wood was stored. In the centre something shiny caught my eye on a cluttered worktop. A circular saw. It's blades sharp and fresh. I stood in the small space available, taking in my new surroundings. I'd always wondered what was in this room.

The Pinprick It's funny to think that I never could of met you. That you could of just walked past like everyone else. Or indeed I could of never left that class. Over our time together I have often looked back at that moment, and replayed the other outcomes in my mind. But I'm pretty sure that was how it was intended to be, by whoever you may believe decides these things. I was meant to meet you that day. I know it. There's no way that the course that our lives took after that meeting could just be the outcome of chance. Or fate.