In this world, people aren't just rich they are mega rich and Malkia, a girl from a poor background gets to see just how distorted and unfair life can be when you don't have the money nor the power to have a say. But she decides to have a say and st...
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Luke was walking around feeling quite jaded. No, that wasn't the right word, he felt detached. He kept passing all these people that were talking and laughing but he felt like he was watching all of them through a mirror. Those one way mirrors because none of these people could see him.
That was quite accurate because no one saw how he felt, how he was drowning in guilt and loneliness.
He'd been to his parents' graves yesterday, his grandfather had a small dinner party in their honor and they looked at old family pictures but the only thing that day did for him was remind him of a time when he used to feel loved. Truly love, unconditionally.
He tried but failed to remember how his mother used to smell, how she always smiled at him when he walked into the room and made him actually use words. She used to be his everything, the one person that made him normal. The one person who could reach him when he felt like he did right now but it had been eight years since she'd died. Eight years since he felt that elated to enter a room.
He was at school because he didn't want to spend the day with his other relatives, the ones that had all come to celebrate his parents' death. Celebrate was the accurate word when it came to all his aunts and uncles and his parents' death.
He closed his eyes really hard and tried not to think of that fateful night. Why did he have to drop his toy and cry over it? Why did he make his father look away from the sky that he was driving through?
They were gliding up high where the sky scrapers were and his father had hit a building, his mother and father took most of the impact in the front seat and he had miraculously survived but like most of his aunts, uncles and cousins that want to inherit most of the Clearwater Wealth, he wished that he hadn't survived. Living without them was the hardest part.
Maybe that was why he strived to be normal, why he tried so hard to mask who he was, to not to have that many autistic manners show when he was around people. His parent's wouldn't of have died if he was normal. They knew he might have an episode if he couldn't have his hands on that doll, that's why they were so eager to find it for him, that's why his father turned around to give him a reassuring smile.
He closed his eyes trying but failing to block the memory out, damn his photographic memory.
"Hey," he heard a familiar voice say, he didn't think he was going to say hello. He might just walk past them but something about the concern in Malkia's eyes made him give her a subtle smile instead.
She smiled back, her smile was big and bright and slightly childlike.
"So you're here today?" she asked him. He nodded; he wasn't in the mood for talking.
"Ryuu told me about your parents, I didn't know. I'm sorry."
He nodded once more.
"I haven't lost my parents, but I know what it's like to lose someone close to you."
