This is Book 2 of the Shadow Series
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6 men, 3 pairs, under 1 sky with a different sort of love.
When someone that uses fear as fuel meets someone that fuels his own fear.
When the timeless youth of a father meets the wandering soul of an artist.
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A/N: I don't want to put a note at the end of the chapter for reasons that you will find out soon enough, but this chapter is pretty significant, the aftermath that comes after this event affects a whole lot more than just Skylar. I hope you enjoy and have a wonderful week! Don't hate on Lance either, Skylar didn't give him a chance to explain... It's a massive misunderstanding in the end.
[Skylar]
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Run
/rʌn/ verb.
Pass or cause to pass quickly in a particular direction.
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There was once a time when I'd cry, then smile, then cry again. I would try my best to work through the pain, dull my anger for the world with a smile. I was treated unfairly, and I tried my best to come to terms with that fact. There are a million reasons why I shouldn't have to take pills for depression, millions of reasons why I should be loved.
But there really is no point in looking for those reasons, because I know at the end of the day, I deserve to smile without the burden of cumbersome sadness.
There are, of course, moments when people are weak, humans are not made to endure everything that happens to them. Once in a while tears would be involved, and the best thing a person can do is to expel that negativity. I aim to provide happiness, be the happiness and accentuate happiness.
I tend to hide that sadness though, it's not who I am. I don't need that negativity.
However, a few weeks ago, I did cry. In front of a person that made me feel... better than good. For once, I can appreciate the person's amazing caramel eyes, soft brown hair instead of just the kind and calculating heart. It feels good to know that I have that ability in me. But at the same time, I am terrified.
I would wake up in the morning, feeling uncomfortable between my legs because these thoughts that plague my mind, and after knowing that the person I've been thinking about in my sleep is a good friend, it makes me sick to the stomach.
There would be moments where I wish he would hold me the way Felix held me in the past. Fantasize would be a strong word, but I don't doubt that I've done that to some description. I have always wanted to feel as though I have romantic feelings for another person, but I don't know any better about love than an early teen.
Love is something sacred in my mind, I am positive that there is someone out there that would make my heart beat quicker than normal, but to be honest, I never thought I would reach that day. Being in the presence of him is like walking in a rose garden filled with thorns, I would have to dip in and out of consciousness trying to maintain my concentration so I consider everyone's happiness, not just him.
He has a gripping effect on me that makes me smile and stare. His personality shines brighter than any star and for once, I can very much appreciate his facial features and neatly kept body. Maybe dad is right, I have fallen before I realised.
