Lost In The Depths
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When Leo Robinson lost the love of his life, he lost himself too.
After the incident, Leo completely changed. He acted on impulse, found comfort from the burning sensation of alcohol cascading down his throat, spent hours awake just staring at the ceiling- imagining what he and Peter could have been, and fell into a deep depression.
Now, all alone, with no one but himself, he is on a journey to find and love himself again (and maybe even someone else).
He is forced to battle his wars against depression and the ghosts of his past, all alone.
But time heals all wounds, right?
However, there is a mysterious being lurking in the shadows with knowing, grey eyes, watching his every move, helping him along the way.
There's also a strange boy who Leo just can not get out of his mind, no matter how much it hurts him. But who knows, maybe the strange boy is also going through things he can not explain.
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He looked over and saw a boy, probably around his age, with silver dyed hair and calming blue eyes. His hair glowed in the moonlight in an almost magical way, it was as if his very source of power was from the moon as he had an air of mystery around him. The more Leo looked at him, the more confused and intrigued Leo felt by the boy's appearance. He almost seemed unreal, an illusion in a way. Leo had to refrain from reaching out and touching him to make sure that he was actually there and not just a figment of his imagination.
But his eyes. The boy's eyes were the most real thing about him.
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