'I too wish you weren't what you are, maybe then you wouldn't have to fight'. The tall young man says with his apologetic eyes piercing through my heart. Is this love or the need to feel safe? Or maybe...utter confusion. 'If you can't beat them, join them I suppose'. [The first few chapters of this story are a bit...well let's just say they need work, I'll probably rewrite them another time. I was getting the hang of writing here, please acknowledge that and continue reading and hopefully you enjoy!] Began - 10/08/2018
18 parts