Sailor grew up in a world of luxury and privilege. Her family, the Primrose's, are known for their successful business ventures and their impeccable reputation in society. Sailor was taught the importance of family values and the value of hard work...
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26 September, 2023
I want you to help me live - bonjr, thomas reid, versor
Rain stands alone on the patio, his frame casting a long shadow in the September sun. His dark hair falls in disarray around his face, his eyes fixed on the horizon as he feels the cool breeze brush against his skin. He is lost in his thoughts, his mind a tumultuous swirl of emotions. His heart is heavy with sorrow, a weight that seems almost unbearable at times. He has found happiness with her, he has finally found someone who understands him, who accepts him for who he is. But the cruel world has taken that.
"I brought you coffee. If you're not going to sleep, you at least need some caffeine," Storm says softly.
Rain takes the cup gratefully, a faint smile playing on his lips. "Aren't you pissed at me? I ran your best friend out of town."
Storm shakes his head, his eyes filled with understanding. "Sage would have left anyway. You know her, always somewhere looking for her next adventure. She'll be fine."
"Sage was my first. I had a deep connection with her. Just not the kind she needed," Rain confesses, his eyes reflecting the pain he feels. "She's not angel. Angel is my home, being with her is as easy as breathing," Rain confesses, his eyes lightening up thinking of her.
"I understand," Storm insists, placing a comforting hand on Rain's shoulder. "Even Sage understands deep down."
"You two just weren't destined to be," Storm reassures him, his voice filled with warmth and understanding.
"How is she holding up?" Andrea appears, stepping onto the patio and closing the door behind her. Concern etched on her face.
"Not good, mum," Rain sniffs, his voice cracking with emotion. He looks up at his mother with pleading eyes, silently asking for help.
Andrea sighs heavily, her heart breaking at the sight of her son's distress. "I brought the iv."
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