Niall was a boy with a past so messed up, it was similar to a kindergartners' finger-painting. He was a boy with heart so full, a mind so wise, a being so used that even he couldn't believe it. Robin was a simple introvercy that floated around, no one cared, no one knew, no one really wanted. She was an empty soul, with a broken heart, a fucked up mind, and a torn being that she never knew of until she met him. He changed her. She changed him. It was a mutualism that made them closer then before. Taking risks, living wild, flying free and being crazy. It was simple what they did, in their eyes they just ride. Through life, through hell, through trouble and that's what got them there.
"I am fucking crazy Robin." He breathed looking into my eyes, searching for my heart before whispering.
"But I am free."