Life has this unruly way of breaking and beating us down over time. As we get older we eventually begin spending too much time in our heads, visiting memories of ghosts, and wondering what could have been. All of this a direct result to the simple fact that life can really suck sometimes. We seem to hope that growing up is the key to everything, and will open all of the desired doors.
Growing up doesn't hold the answers.. For some of us, facing all of the events life throws in your face, is the very thing that begins slowly snuffing out that light inside that we were gifted with before even taking our first breath. It's what keeps stripping away deeper and more mangled strips of our soul along the way. It's what leaves us vulnerable, damaged, tortured, and bare after having it's way with us for so long.
What the hell did we know in the beginning though? Life was to be such an inspiring and perfect adventure..
I remember the day that life, unbeknownst to me at the time, decided to drop an atomic bomb on my ass and forever change my world.
The day that I met Caster, who would become my best friend, then my forbidden desire, my first real heartbreak, and eventually turn into someone I'm not sure that I can even recognize anymore..
How does your heart call out, or respond, to another's when it can no longer sense its counterpart?
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Fighting Wayward
RomanceAn innocent beginning would morph into something deeper, and darker as they aged, forging a bond between the two that would stand the test of time, distance, and life. He was her one reprieve in a messed up childhood and an even more twisted future...
