COLE
I remembered how I first met her. Well, it wasn't really the first time I met her, it was the first time I actually acknowledged her presence.
It was a dark night. All nights were dark, but this felt particularly bad. I'd been drinking, holding a photo frame in my hand, picture of my family from when I and Daisy were only little kids. Even in the blank darkness surrounding me, I knew exactly where my father was placed in the picture, and I kept scratching it with him he pointed edge of my car keys until the glass of the frame broke. Even then, I didn't stop. I kept scratching it until my father's face was completely cut off from the picture, and there was nothing left to do.
That was when the darkness actually hit.
Even though I barely accepted it, I hated the dark. Some thing ab
