Six was always there, even when I didn't want him. But he couldn't hold me together, and I couldn't be his penance.Loss is a phantom limb. No one can see it, but the ache torments you in the night, distracts you during the day, and leaves you fragmented. I'm half a heart, half a soul, and nothing could cure the pieces he'd left behind.Losing him was safer than loving him. Because the love that kept us coming back again and again was nothing short...