I Still Hold The Key

Prologue

Alone. It is a strange word,

People often think they are alone. Or maybe even want to be alone.

And others out there wish to never be alone. They want someone to hold them when they fall asleep, kiss them when the feel like crying  and comfort them when they need it. People want someone who knows what they desire. Who knows they need a hug when they are too scared to ask. To know what gives them anxiety and how to help them through it. To knows that they need someone more than anything and are there for them. 

That might be why some people believe in soulmates. Because they want to think that there is somebody out there made perfectly for them.

Love is confusing. It is so painfully similar to hate, that it makes it unbearable for some. The similarities between love and hate are actually so mystifying that I could not even begin to try explain.

People feel love and hate all the time. It's a force of nature. Every distinct soul is made to require another one. It is how we simply are. We cannot be alone.

Some people have never fallen in love - one, including me. While others are in beautiful relationships.

I, instead, I busy myself by tirelessly writing about my thoughts, and feelings. Making stories of people in love, rather than living in it, myself.

Some people connect with books, other connect with conversing, and various others, such as myself, connect with music.

So I listen. I keep my music on and simply observe. I watch the people around me, the animals in their environment, even the plants bending to the light.

If you simply sit back and observe the people around you, by hearing, seeing, smelling, or feeling. You will notice things that you have never noticed before.

And maybe you're not so alone after all.

Haven shut her notebook, with a deep sigh of content, as she gently placed it in her bag.

Haven Caspian, was quiet, solo, and, to be quite frank, always late. 

It wants on purpose, but she always had a tendency to get stuck in her head and lose track of time. Even when she leaves early she'll somehow spend up all her time by walking to her school.

She lives with her parents, who are usually never around, so she had had to become responsible for herself at a very early age. She is what most people assume antisocial, but it's not like she doesn't like to talk to people. It's more she just hasn't found the right friends. It always ends with only small talk, or a wave. Nothing ever sparks when she tried to talk to people. She doesn't mind too much, though. She just keeps telling herself it takes time.

Haven was currently sitting in a classroom, after school, for detention due to missing class - with a reasonable explanation of course, though her teacher disagreed.

She was bored, to say the least. And really wanted to leave. But unless she wanted another's days worth... she'd have to stay.

And luckily... she did.

Antares Noir walked alone, wanting nothing more than to be with his friend, Ryan, on their way to some fast food restaurant that'll probably get them sick in their later years. At this point he wouldn't care though, anything but detention.

He entered the room, but found no teacher, only another person in a seat near the window. He put no mind to her, thinking that there would be no need to waste his time on some random chic, who was to busy writing rather than doing anything useful.