Red Skies

Red Skies

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Freya Atwood Can you describe that feeling when you're watching the sunset with your loved ones? It's a peaceful and blissful and otherwise ineffable moment. That's the feeling I've been trying to hold on to ever since I lost my family. But unfortunately the grief and pain won. When I was 12 years old, my life turned upside down. I became a disturbed and closed off child. Distancing myself from others, afraid to let people in, afraid to love, afraid to feel that special feeling again just to prevent losing a piece of my heart again. Now 14 years later I'm still that girl I became after I lost my family. Although I did try to move on. I moved to another city to go to college and start a new life away from all the terrible memories. But I haven't been living my life, I've been just existing because I have to. But when I meet Grayson he turns my life upright again. He makes me want to feel again. He makes me want to open up myself in a way I didn't even know was possible. But then I find out that we can never have anything more than just a professional relationship. So the question is, will I let him in? Or rather.. can I? Grayson Colt My life exists out of running my company and casual fucking. Typical right? But I want more, I've always wanted more. Even though I don't believe I deserve more because of what I've done In the past. I've always been a relentless and egotistical bastard. That just seems like the best way to keep people at a safe distance in life. But then I meet Freya and she makes me want to be a better version of myself. I was drawn to her emotionally and psychically from the moment my eyes met hers. But then I find out she's the one that's supposed to help me with my 'issues' on a professional level. But I still try to break her walls down and creep my way into her mind, heart and soul. But the question is.. will she let me in?
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