For being all of sixteen, I thought that I was fairly wise in the ways of our world. Kinda like the feeling of how you're the only one considering questions and answers meant for the wiser or more experienced. But despite however much I'd thought I knew, or however wise I'd thought I'd been, it all changed. What else should I have expected though? Everything changes. Everyone changes. People die, and friends become your favorite memories. Even the people who you'd made promises to never forget; you're bound to forget them. Love fades and hides in the shadows, always just out of reach. And in our day and age, emotions begin to become obsolete. So who really knows where things are meant to be? Who can really say what's going to happen next? How do we know for sure that this isn't just some test, or "limbo", where we have to re-prove ourselves or make up for a past we don't even know about?
Answers are everything. They're all we ever want. But they're also all we can never seem to find.

That's where everything really began.