As a child we were taught to be decent people. 

Our parents raised us to be kind, to make friends, to accept others and to have respect. 

We were taught to say please and thank you.

It was simple.

Hold a door; you're never top busy to do that. 

When someone holds a door, you thank them.

Apologize when you bumped into someone

Know when it's an accident.. accept and take the apology when someone bumps into you.

Sticks and stones may break my bones, but words can never hurt me.

Don't raise your hands in anger and never set out to harm someone.

Walk away when someone antagonizes you.

But you make mistakes.

Words do hurt, accidents do happen and bad days happen.

The key point: There were not common behavior.

When did the pledge of allegiance become offensive?

When did it become offensive that this country was built on religious freedom?

When did those bad days and behaviors become the norm with kindness fading to a myth?

When did we go from honoring veterans to standing on flags and burning them? 

When did it become okay to segregate and divide people?

My family wasn't the firework shooting, overly patriotic, american flag hanging kind of family. 

My family was just a family who raised me to be thankful for what i had and to appreciate... that i would get to grow up into anyone i wanted to be.

My family was the one that we would sing Courtesy of the red, white and blue on full blast and sing the lyrics. Words i've known since i was six years old. Words i didn't fully grasp but understood.

What's an even better question?

WHY HAVE WE ALLOWED THIS?

Why have we let corruption win, government lie and stop questioning.

Why have we stopped being fellow American's and decided that we should be divided and putting a price tag on human lives? 

Why has it become society to go back to the forties to when segregation was a reality? 

Why, as American's have we settle for this? Why have we grown to fail those veterans we honored every year on November Eleventh? 

What happened to the fundamentals we were taught as children. Be a good person. Don't harm anyone. Pay attention and be careful with your trust. Hold that door, say please, say thank you. 

Why have we stopped offering the world compassion and kindness and given it hate, negativity and pain? 

Why have we stopped trying? 

So today i will say thank you for reading this. God bless because religious or not; i'd be honored for someone to take their faith and pray for me. I hope you have a wonderful day and that you can offer the world the brightness of your soul.

I'll smile at a stranger and i'll hold a door. I'd move an obstacle for someone who's disabled or pick up a fallen object if given the chance. 

I will never throw away the foundation my parents gave me and give into this misconception that anger and hate is the way we should live life. I'll continue to try and brighten a day one smile, one action at a time. 

Cheers! 

We had bought these tickets six months ago, when we saw the tour dates in our area there was no other option but to drop the money right then and there; before the show had a chance to sell out. For five months we would get excited when we thought of seeing the heavy metal band together. We would buy a case of beer to avoid the outrageous prices of liquor inside, we would buy our tour shirts and spend the night in a sweaty open seating venue moshing.

But that was until I caught her getting sweaty with my best friend. The tickets were bought on my account and needed to be scanned from my phone to get in; so out of spite I went alone and gave my ticket up to a stranger outside who came in hopes of buying a ticket.

She bought a case of beer as payment and we drank the entire one hundred and eight ounces a piece before heading on into the concert. The opening act was alright and to continue her gratification she bought shots. I always expected to see my girl in the pit with me, joining in on the near violent fun; pushing her damp hair from her face and kissing her drunk. But this girl wasn't as into moshing as she was me.

Her black hair and piercings were the opposite of Callie; her tattoos that showed when her outfit left little to the imagination; or so I thought. As the next band played and the lights dimmed again she danced on me; the band not heavy enough to properly mosh too.

Another shot in and we crammed ourselves back into the growing crowd.

The lights were a blur and I could get a contact high from the amount of smoking going on in this building. When I wrapped my arms around her stomach she pressed her ass back against me and rocked her hips. I slid my hands up her bare stomach and onto her breasts. She didn't stop me. The music blared around us as I pinched her nipples through her flimsy bra and she leaned back against me.

This was crazy; there were hundreds of people around us, but then she reached back and grabbed my dick; my erection straining against my shorts. Her shorts were tiny and tight, but that didn't matter as soon as I got them unbuttoned. There never seemed to be an advantage for my less than impressive height. She grabbed harder and rubbed me through my shorts, the pleasure went straight to my head.

The pulsing base and lights made this moment unreal. Her zipper went down and I her moans were completely drown out by the metal blaring from the speakers. Her pussy was dripping wet; I had the perfect angle to rub her clit and get the tips of my fingers inside her. She fumbled with my zipper next.

Instead of her hand going down my pants she pulled my cock out. The rush of getting caught pounded in my chest. I was a self proclaimed nerd and introvert with a love of dark lyrics and heavy metal. When I met Callie; all American sweetheart, I was shocked to hear her playlists. Callie was my first and we had a lot of sex; but she would never allow anything like this.

This tattooed, pierced and sexy woman was making my dreams come true. She worked my cock and the crowd didn't matter; I put my hand up her quarter of a shirt, under her bra and gave her hard nipples the love I gave her pussy. She tossed her head back and I could see it in her eyes every time the lights flashed me a glimpse of them.

Callie didn't drink very often and I sure as hell have never gotten to take her in such a state. No one was paying us any attention. Her lips parted as I felt her drench her panties and my fingers. What happened next got some attention. She dropped down, squatting rather than kneeling and sucked my cock dry.

Only a couple heads turned, most were too focused on the music.

When she was done she stood, zipped my shorts and sucked her orgams off my fingers. It didn't bother me in the slightest that I had her tongue against mine after she swallowed my load. I grabbed her hand and pulled her back to the bar; shooting back two more shots.

My head was already spinning and her dirty grin told me we weren't finished. She was demanding as she pushed me back against the wall and scratched her nails against my flesh. Callie never did that and the longer I kissed Gina or maybe it was the more I drank; I realized that Callie not being in my life anymore was a fucking blessing.

She could fuck my best friend and do shit to him but she couldn't be faithful and explore this shit with me? She was a dumb whore anyway.

"Come on." We fought through the crowd and went to the bathroom; she pranced right into the mens bathroom and slid my phone out of her pocket.

"What are you doing?" She gave me that wickedly sexy smirk and pulled my shirt over my head. The men were looking at her and she posed in a very compromising position with me, snapped a photo and sent the attachment to 'heartless bitch' in my phone; the thread with pleading text messages apologizing for what she did. The thread that had no replies from me the last week as she begged me to forgive her.

She loved me apparently.

In the photo you could tell we were in a men's bathroom. I should care, but I didn't.

"Are you going to let me bring you into one of these stalls?" It was quieter in here, the bathroom blocking a lot out.

"What kind of girl do you think I am? The trashy one that lets a guy fuck her at a concert in a bathroom?" She asked angry and I had no fucking clue what I did that was out of line.

"I think you're a sexually adventurous girl who has done just that in the past. A sexy seductress that could pick any man and who has given me this opportunity." This wasn't her first time doing this; that was obvious. My mine wasn't filtering right and I was sure she would take that as me calling her a slut; but she didn't.

"Fair point, and are you still feeling lucky?" I got my shirt back and the guys were still watching us as they came and went. This was stupidi, insane, reckless and out of line; but I've never felt this excitement before.

"Only if you think I am." Her wink said enough. We left the restroom; man staring lustfully at her and watched the show. But just because we were watching didn't mean she wasn't teasing the hell out of me.

"I think you're lucky tonight; are you really drunk? Because you sure as hell aren't touching me like you are." She turned so she could yell in my ear. Honestly, I have never been so intoxicated in my life and I don't know how I'm standing. The weed was making me a little paranoid too.

"Don't you like how I'm touching you?" Her tight ass felt nice under my palm.

"Yes."

"To clarify; I don't think you're a slut or anything and I'm not saying that just to get laid; nothing wrong with liking sex." I loved sex; and I wanted to know how good it would be with another woman. Fuck that whore who threw away three years of our life together. Thank god we haven't signed that lease on the apartment.

"Don't worry; you don't need to flatter me; you're already going to get fucked tonight."

"You're a demanding little thing aren't you?" She was a woman who knew what she wanted and she would get it.

"You're going to be the one begging for my cock by the end of the night." The band was changing; it was almost time for the head act to go on.

"Baby I'm already begging." She would kill me and I sure fucking hoped that I remembered this tomorrow night.

"Where are you staying tonight?" At this rate I was crashing in my car for the night.

"Depends; I don't invite men back to my apartment." Well at least she had boundaries.

"I'm crashing in my car." Got her touches were driving me insane; I wanted to take her to a fucking ally for all I cared and fuck her against a wall; hell I'll lay my shirt down and be a gentleman if she's down.

"Believe it or not; I've never had sex in the backseat of a car." She nibbled on my lip, pulling away when I tried to kiss her. Time and time again I couldn't catch that pierced lip.

"Well I have a nice backseat and tinted windows."

"Baby I don't care if they're tinted; I only care if it's big enough for the both of us." Her hair was soft between my fingers; this time she didn't get a chance to pull away and I yanked her towards me as the band went on. This was the only thing that could get her to push her body from mine; I was in fucking love as we went into the mosh pit and she held her own in there.

She was tough as nails and sexy as sin.

We were drenched in sweat from being in the center of the pit, and she brought me out of there and towards the side. She yanked at my zipper and button and I stood there like an idiot.

"What are you doing?" I asked as she pushed her damn shorts right down taking a condom from the purse clung over her shoulder.

"Bend me over or pick me up." She pulled my cock free and slid the condom on.

"What? I thought we were going to the car." She shook her head and pulled me to her.

"Fuck me now," My first choice would be to pick her up but I realized just how drunk I was when I nearly dropped her. "Now Wes." She wanted now, she wanted demanding; the man I usually wasn't. Instead fo panicking like I thought I would, I turned her, pushed her body into the wall and spread her legs.

People were all around us, but their mostly intoxicated or high eyes were on the band playing. I plunged my cock inside her wet pussy and pulled her ass back so I could penetrate her deeper. This was more difficult than I anticipated; I wanted to lose my load as soon as I got inside her but I knew that wasn't fucking acceptable. I played with her clit; trying to get her off before I could no longer hold back.

She screamed and I could hardly hear her. I pounded her pussy from the back and this was the most alive I've ever fucking felt. This stranger taking my dick made me feel like I could do anything. Her soft flesh and nice ass bounded back against me. As I took her I bent and sucked on her neck. There would no doubt be a mark but that didn't matter.

She drove me higher; she brought me somewhere I've never been before. The way she creamed around my dick was incredible. She wanted my dick more than anything right now, she wanted me to take her, she needed me to please and pleasure her; her desire was mine for tonight.

Even if I only had her a night, it was a night I would like to never forget; if only I could remember tomorrow." She worked my balls until I came too; pulsating inside her, losing my load into the boundary between us.

I could see her panting and I was sweaty in ways I never thought I would be tonight. God this woman was a fucking goddess on earth; an evil temptress.

I pulled out and she pulled up her panties and shorts. She came with me when I went to the bathroom to take the condom off and clean my dick off.

"Don't think I'm done with you yet; you owe me a romp in a car." After that we actually went and simply enjoyed the music. I held her hand if we were moshing and we sang along as we headbanged. After I thought she would just disappear; but sure as shit she came back to the car with me. She obviously loved the thrill of getting caught and I was understanding why.

She bend over the middle of the seat and I ate her pussy out. My front windows weren't tinted; anyone passing could see her face and hear her screams. I expected for someone to call the cops but as she turned around and took a hard ride on my dick; no one came. People stared at the shaking car but no one did or said anything.

My car wasn't big enough to lay her down but it was tall enough for her to bounce up and down. Sex with her wasn't just amazing; it was fun. She smacked her head against the top and I almost died laughing.

She smacked my chest and threatened to leave if I didn't stop; but then she started laughing too. Her ass took up two handfuls and it was one glorious ass. When i said her outfit left little to the imagination; that was until I got that bra off and got to see and get my tongue on those nipple piercings. Her tattoos covered most her body and I wish I had the space to properly discover all of them.

It sucked knowing this was all I could get of her, but I was honored to have that. Instead of drowning myself in liquor and feeling self pity, wondering what I did to deserve to be cheated on; I was drowning myself in her and wondering why I ever settled for the monotonous relationship I had with Callie.

Gina's given me a taste of freedom and excitement; I was never going back after her.

She scratched the hell out of me and I bruised her neck as I sucked and bit her; her voice begging me to do it again. Her ass was covered in scratches as I tried to get her to stay with my cock all the way inside her; to feel her walls pulse and grasp me.

"Move damn it." She tried but I was stronger. With a lot of difficulty I got her bent over again, this time in a way that I could get my dick in her again from behind. Her stomach was pressed probably uncomfortably into the center console; Every thrust probably killed her but she pushed back for me to keep going.

This was the most difficult sex I've ever had in my life and will probably ever have; but worth it.

When we were done she climbed up front into the passenger seat and I took the driver. She didn't bother to put clothes on so neither did I.

"How did we manage that?" She asked out of breath; no fucking clue. The alcohol was fading and that was likely the only reason we could get into those positions in a fucking car. There was a blanket in the trunk, I was nothing if not prepared. There was that chance i would be too drunk so I shared it with her.

She slept in the car with me and I ran my fingers over her flesh as I crashed. At about four in the morning I woke up to her climbing in my lap for one last go at it because when I woke up to my alarm at eight; she was gone.

There were about a dozen missed texts and calls; one of them from Gina telling me thank you for the night and to call her if I ever made my way to the city again. The others were from Callie. I glanced through them and felt nothing. No pain, no longing; she made her bed and she chose to sleep in it with my best friend. She wasn't needed in my life anymore. I deleted the thread; the thousands of texts we shared and deleted her from my life.

I got dressed, googled a good breakfast place and headed off to eat, drink five gallons of water and something to kill the headache. Next time I went to a concert in he city I would have to buy two tickets again, text a certain woman and make her pay me back with another case of beer.

Once upon a once bright day,

A beautiful baby was brought to life.

Spring flowers bloomed in spectacular shades,

As a couple loved a perfect boy.

Once upon a time turning grey,

A bastard child was threatened with a knife.

No one came to the boys aid, 

As he became his step moms toy.

Now the the days have turned to black, 

She turns an innocent child's world to a nightmare.

No one believed the stories, 

Her lies overshadowed the truth.

After a beating he grabs a pack,

Affection had become heart-breakingly rare. 

The cops picked him up, she faced inquiries, 

It was blamed on the imagination of the youth. 

From one home to another, 

A boy was never believed.

She isolated him in his family's eyes, creating a wedge until...

Finally one day the state made the abuse stop.

Taken from family and given to a new mother,

His grief was mixed with relief.

A fifteen year old boy comes home from school to news that makes him ill:

His now dead mother was his infinite teardrop.

The grief was severe and the pain never ended.

Eleven years later and he missed her every day,

The pain manifests into strange things

That one could never dream to see.

Everything needed to be defended, 

Pain that he couldn't ever describe to say.

His body now hosts a pair of wings, 

He finds a woman who holds him when he's brought to his knees.

Because of his past he knows some pain, 

The Army was his way to get away.

It brought him to a woman he knew she would have adored, 

She knows his scars and becomes his stability.

She shows him how to dance in the rain, 

That he's far from just a stray.

And with her his love and life soared. 

Her belief in him finally brought him tranquility. 

Attention seeking. Mentally unstable. Freak. Crazy.

The tamer of everything I've ever heard before.

Because one must be on the verge of commitment or completely walked out to have a mental illness.

If I hide it I'm ashamed but in reality I'm not.

But the second im honest about my condition I become your target.

It's easy to blame everything on the crazy girl, to use it to viciously manipulate a scared girl who hasn't accepted her fate. To spread lies to hide your own faults.

Because mental illness must mean insane right?

You use it to judge something you couldn't begin to understand. To make a game of toying with my feelings, finding sadistic amusement in my attacks, my personal hells.

But what you don't see is its thoughts about suicide, how your assault destroyed my life.

You think my condition is a joke.

What you don't want to know is that I'm crippled over with chest pains, gasping for air. My tears are unconfrouncontrollable as I beg for it to stop.

My gasps become shorter because asthma makes an appearance and suddenly your choking to breathe.

My vision fades to black as I sit there alone wondering if this is the end, fantasizing about stopping the pain here.

You laugh while I die inside little by little, each attack stealing a part of my soul.

The taunts echo in my head

"No one could love a attention seeking bitch like you."

"No man will ever be able to stand you."

Words you long ago forgot but they claim another bit of my soul as I believe them.

But it's not real, my condition is nothing more than a figment of my imagination. My feelings aren't real and I go through your humiliation for my own amusement, because I want attention from it.

But maybe, just maybe I'm not the sick one, maybe that's you who drives people intentionally towards suicide. Maybe it's you who torments those who are in reality NOT weaker.

Because when the panic dissipates and I pick myself back up again for you to knock me down, I always get up.

And those taunts echoing in my mind, your words berating me and telling me I'm pathetic; they're just a reminder of the poor excuse for a human who said them.

Maybe I won't always remember that, in fact I know I won't but my illness as you say, my ticket to commitment... is me and at the end of the day I am a better person than you.

You say they're criminals, murders and thieves. 

They say that this flag means nothing anymore.

Society says who is oppressed right now.

But I am the one who says my worth

And we are who says enough is enough.

All our veins are blue until exposed to pain, corruption hate and tragedy; red staining once great countries. 

Because when you lose, i lose. 

When you die, a part of someone dies with you.

When you hurt someone, does it help your pain?

Because no one is in this world alone.

When you shed tears you're not the only one.

Stop disgracing this world with hate and pain, spread love until there's too much of it in the world. 

Don't make yourself a victim because you are NOT as helpless as society makes you out to be. Don't let them take away everything that is uniquely you or believe you need to change for anyone.

Divided we fall but UNITED we stand.

Because we all bleed the same. 

So what color are these issues because i only see one, crimson: for that is the only one that matters. 

When you're in need of blood, what does color matter.

When tragedy strikes, we are not race, gender, color or identity.

When it boils down to it we live and die the same. Death doesn't discriminate. 

So when people start realizing that we all bleed the same, that is when we can start working together to to stop the bloodshed  

Today is the day i wasn't lying when i told you i couldn't take it anymore. Please don't look back and torment yourself for not seeing it and don't sit there and pretend you care to capitalize on my death; be honest with yourselves.

Mom, i know you always did the best you could. You were always my hero in life and know i always saw your strength. You are what got me this far in life and i'm so sorry i couldn't be more strong like you. I love you; you always were and always will be my best friend. I will eternally rest better knowing my last words to you were of how much i love you. 

Dad, i know that we had our troubles and i'm sorry for all those times i accused you of not loving me anymore, i know you were hurt by my words and just know i love you. Thank you for trying and never giving up on me; i'm sorry i gave up on you.

My new Mom and Sisters, I'm sorry for all the times i made it feel like i hated you, it wasn't you it was my inability to accept you. I love you guys.

Sissy; we fought we hated each other but we were each others biggest fans. You're my other hero because you're just  like mommy. Please don't blame yourself of sit there picking apart our arguments because even though you told me you wish i was never born, i know you didn't really mean it. You're going to make the best mother someday and your day is coming; promise.

Bro, don't regret not spending time with m or us losing touch; i know you have a life and a family and you're always going to be my first best friend. Thick as thieves and i hope dad tells all your daughters how much you loved playing barbies.

Grandma and Grandpa, i was always your girl; please remember me like that and know i'm waiting for you with Aunt Kara. I know you believe i Jesus with every fiber of your being; i'm with him now and my pain is finally gone.

I know i'll live on through you; please celebrate me in all the ways i wish i could have celebrated life. Don't follow me, don't shut down; keep fighting. I know it's selfish to say that because i couldn't; but that isn't important now.

Hope i'm not gone, be angry and hate me and be sad; grieve but please don't forget me. That's my biggest fear; that i wasn't good enough for any of you. 

I was fighting demons you couldn't imagine and that's okay. But i'm at peace writing this. For the first time i feel alive, i'll be eternally with you now and one day we'll see each other again.

I'm happy all my words to you were good ones and that i got to hug you and my niece one more time. 

Love Always, 

Your daughter, sister, niece, granddaughter and friend

I'm sorry i've always been so selfish and my biggest regret will always be causing any of you pain.

goodbye. 

Always on the outside, always looking in.

Living with but separate.

Never feeling connected, never apart of anything.

Trying to find sense.

Sometimes there's a feeling of acceptance but it never lasts for long.

Always feeling excluded, always isolating.

Living in social fear.

Never taking chances, never drawing attention.

Pretending not to care.

Sometimes bravery comes, but it never stays.

Afraid to face the day, worrying about every detail, life a constant prison. Fear to strong to ever be normal so you live a life of isolation and watch everyone live the life you want as you watch from the outside, too petrified to try.

I want to first say that i am not transgender and can only guess as to the feelings, but some of this is also the personal feeling of being bisexual. Also this is a rough draft, writing on anger from seeing so many people who discriminate and feel like harassing transgender people. 

My goal is to open up posts for transgender, that T there at the end of the portal name <3 

All i want is to be accepted as a human, not observed as some kind of freak show or alien. Why is my gender any concern to you? You hate me becasue you don't understand me, you don't even want to! 

As i line my lips and eyes, powder my face to your standard of perfection; i live a lie. Every time i put on a dress just so society can judge me as a woman for wearing such clothes; i hate myself.

If i wear shorts i'm a slut, if i expose my skin i'm a whore. You use my clothing as a invitation to harass or touch my body.

If i wear lose close i'm not feminine, if i cover every inch i'm oppressed or frumpy; you use my clothing as an invitation to judge me. 

As a woman there is nothing i can do to please society. if i'm skinny i'm a skinny bitch or anorexic, if i have some padding i'm fat or a cow. You use my exterior to push your opinions and expectations that i can never meet onto me.

But what if i told you that every single time i look in that mirror i want to tear at my flesh? That my breasts and thighs disgust me. What if you knew that i wanted to smash the mirror every single damn time i tried to live up to societies expectations of what a woman should be?

Why do i care about societies expectations? It's a handbook on how to hide who i am because if you're so interested in judging me as woman, you would loath, detest, despise me as a man. I'm a freak show to you but what you don't know is that all those feelings you have about me, i feel them a thousand times worse inside.

I judge myself; why can't i just be normal? Why can't i just look into that mirror and see something i love? 

My secret can never keep forever and soon they figure me out. I'm hit, abused and bashed because i'm not the same as you. Words cut deeper than you think they do and you would rather me bleed and die as a woman than accept me and see me happy as a man. 

Girls are cruel but physically i am one, so when he punches me like he would a man, i go down. They beat me and tell me i'm pathetic for daring to be myself, for daring to be different, for craving to be accepted. 

They beat my physically as society has done emotionally. 

If i were to slash at my wrists or take a bottle of pills, it wouldn't matter to you because there is one less freak in the world. 

If i could die without your concern, why would i live my life to please them? 

Coming out to my parents as no just gay, but crying to them telling them god gave me the wrong body nearly killed me in the ways i hadn't died already. Their confusion is overpowered by love because finally someone understands; someone knows who i truly am and they love me.

They protect me as they support my transition. My mother sheds tears as my long blonde hair is shaved, my dad is awkward as he takes me into the men's section to find the clothing that would make me happy.

They hold my hand as i go and talk about hormones and i cry because finally i don't feel so alone. My sister accepts my change, my brother protects me. 

Now as the years pass and the hormones change my body, i look in the mirror and shed those same tears but for another reason. For the first time i see who i am, i don't want to rip at my skin and i don't want to put a fist into the mirror. 

What i thought would never happen has become a reality; i've finally accepted myself, i'm finally happy and am ready to join the fight to take on society. 

After the bitter lies and betrayal caused by Sebastian’s unfaithfulness, Gracelynn takes off and leaves her life she’s built with him behind. After being disowned from her family who now live three thousand miles away, she has no money and nowhere to go. Gracelynn had to figure something out and figure it out quick.

Jump forward five years and the young, innocent and naïve girl she was is long gone. Replacing modest clothes for salacious lingerie; Racy was now a high profile New York stripper that only the wealthy could afford. It wasn’t easy going from living on the streets to her penthouse that was supplied by a private client. Her bad situation turned worse when she ran away from the hospital bruised and bleeding on the inside and out. From being attacked and grabbed In sketchy towns and hole in the wall clubs to nearly getting herself involved with a pimp; Gracelynn hardened her loving heart and let almost no one in; she couldn’t if she wanted to survive.

With her life finally in order, complete with a body guard; Racy had no plans to let anyone take the life she made for herself away from her. But just like any time anything is going good in her life, things go into a downward spiral when her old life catches up to her. Threatening to destroy everything she’s accomplished, she shuts down emotionally to cope and stay strong against the very things that destroyed her youth when she was eighteen years old.

Racy will be forced to confront the painful and traumatic past she spent five years building walls to shut out. The memories she spent fleeing threatened to consume her once more, but not without a fight. If anyone was expecting the sweet and innocent yet sarcastic Gracelynn she used to be, they were in for a tough awakening.

Living on the streets, taking her clothes off for money and having men attack and grab at her nightly changed her. The old Gracelynn, the one who let people push her around and desperately wanted to please everyone was gone; she was never coming back.

No words and no actions can make amends for what Sebastian did, for what his actions caused. Nothing could change how she now feels about the husband she once loved. She trusted him, he was unfaithful. She gave him everything and he took it, leaving her nothing left. 

All he wants after all this time is her back. All she wants after five years is a divorce. Time has changed them both and only time will tell who will be the one to get what they desire most.

They meet by chance; Paul was sitting on the railing of the bridge when Phoebe sees him, going out there for the same reason. 

Surviving the car crash that killed her parents when she was nine, her brother took her in and beat her as a daily punishment. 

Estranged from his family, it was his fault his baby sister was now dead. 

He's filled with doubt, she's at peace with her choice. 

Being blunt, she asks if he wants to jump together, she lived a lonely life and it would be nice if she didn't die alone; the thought makes him second guess his decision to come out to the bridge. 

He makes her an offer:First day of summer is in three days, they make a bucket list and spend the summer doing them and then they decide the first day of fall; not before then. He offers her a place to live when she refuses to live at home, she tells him that’s a recipe to be tortured in a basement, but he persuades her to do it anyway. 

They make a list of twenty-five things that they can actually accomplish, the last one being to commit suicide. 

He refuses to help her with number six; to have sex. 

She can't help him accomplish number twenty-four; to fall in love. 

With limits set, she moves in and together they make plans to cross of twenty-three of their items together; a last and dying hope that maybe one summer can change your life. 

Maybe all you need is two people on the verge of suicide and and an insane idea to give each other the will to live.