Step One: Confide Mother
When I was younger, mother accepted for anything I did and did everything with me. And from then, I loved anything that was creative: drawing, music, films. Mother loved all my drawings, all the art I bought home and I know this when she hung all my drawings up on the fridge:
"I love it! I will be putting this on the fridge and in my room. You are so creative and artistic." 
In High School,...

Sight: The vivid picture of hazel green eyes, which slowly turned a emerald green each time when looked upon me. The flickers of orange and brown, each summer the colours would brighten, during winter the colours would fade. 
Touch: The warmth and softness among my finger tips. The feeling of warmth around me and coldness once gone. I can feel the familiar feeling of another hand in mine. 
Sound: Laughter is what I can hear, the deep huskiness from each...

Goodbye. The only word which comes to mind. A goodbye could last forever or until the very next day. Goodbye can be said at then end of a conversation but what if that goodbye is forever. When you wake up and find that there is no morning text or see them at school, does that mean they left? The first thing which comes to mind is: "Oh they are probably sick or busy, they might talk later," although, there is...

He stood there, and stared. Not a word spoken, like time was paused. The surrounding environment was in mute, she stood there staring at him. She waited and waited, hoping to hear him speak or to even blink. But nothing... He continued to stare and she prayed, she prayed every night but he was a statue... and she wished for him to come back to her. 

I remember.
​I remember my first love and all the memories we shared. I remember my first best friend, how we once were strangers but are now closer than ever. I remember when my younger brother was born, and how he would cry all night and day. I remember my first day of high school, I was terrified and anxious. I remember growing up and life began to get hard. I remember watching mother cry when father left, I did...