He was my first love, a boy with a bad reputation, who everyone was afraid of. The dangerous, handsome boy who girls went crazy for. He saved me from hell when the whole class was making fun of me - who would go against the coolest guy in school? I fell in love with him, and the time I spent with him was the best. But one day he left, and my heart turned into pieces. I decided to change. I want to start my life over. But why does it seem to me that he is still alive?
