Fly Away || l.h

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It's been 4 years since that night, and I'm actually happy. I came across a YouTube video that night while I sat in my hospital bed. It actually made me smile, and that's what made me hope that someday I was going to be ok again.

This Australian boy, with perfect blonde hair and deep blue eyes, gave me hope. He was 14 in the video, the same age as me at the time, and my heart was filled with compassion. I knew now that I was going to be ok.

Luke's voice was like Ecstasy.

He gave me hope and courage, as hard as that was for me. When I found out he had a band, I fell in love. These boys with their smiles, dreams, and ambitions, gave me a sense of hope in the cruel world. They inspired me and for that, I am forever grateful.

Back all those years ago, before they were famous, I talked to them once. I told them of how they gave me the courage to fight through life and all the pain that is part of the package, little by little.

They told me how much I meant to them, and how they loved me along with all their other fans, but I knew in my heart that I didn't mean much to them, which hurt. A lot. But, this made no difference when it came to how much I cared for those idiots.

As they grew, they weren't my secret anymore. People were beginning to discover them, and there was nothing I could do about it.

They moved from performing at hotels and restaurants to international headlining stadiums, and it hurt me so much, but it didn't matter.

I was proud from how far they had come, proud for everything they had done for me. I'd even met great people through them, and for this I was eternally grateful.

So it was because of this, that when I sat down in my first class seat on the flight to New York, that my breath was taken away...