Violet Addiction

Soul mates don't always make each other happy . . .they make each other feel.
I was just a shy teenage girl when Cain crashed into my world in a flurry of musical notes and lyrics. He played the piano like it was an extension of his soul, and somehow, he made me feel like I mattered.
He loved me through the chaos.
Held me through the crashes.
He saw something in me I couldn't see in myself.
And I ruined it.
Addiction doesn't care how much you love someone.
It doesn't care about promises, or dreams, or the music you made together.
I let him go. I had to.
Time has passed, and the music continues, but so does the heartache. Cain's back... and the hardest part isn't remembering who we were. It's facing who we've become.