Loving the Lost Soul.

[ ON HOLD, FOR THE TIME BEING]

"How do you explain it to someone that you hate them, solely because you cannot stop thinking about them?"

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For Raven Adams, fighting and resilience- veiled in the silhouette of normalcy, came with no surprises. For Raven Adams, normal was changing towns when things got hard. For Raven, stability was a lie, and the promise of a home that she only experienced by flicking the pages of worn out books.

When you have been alone all your life, you do not understand the concept of loneliness. Raven thrived in solidarity, embraced darkness and allowed her thorns to shelter her.

And Damian Knight? She could care less about him. He was beautiful when his eyes smiled, and cared for her, always seemed to be around her, wherever she looked.

He was there. He was always there.
And she hated it.
and she hated that she felt so lost.

Damian Knight didn't know what the concept of saving one was. People weren't sculptures, and hearts weren't the substitute for tools.

That's what he thought, until he beheld Raven, a chaos in her he was strangely familiar with. A promise, he was willing to show her how to live and not survive just another day.

She showed him a tenderness that she kept hidden within herself, gave him a chance to feel the enigma that was love.

And in return, he showed the girl with those cold eyes and bruised knuckles that perhaps sometimes, being lost was the only way to being found.

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