Wings
"Why are you so fucking scared of the truth?" He seethed. The truth. I slowly brought my hands up to his face and kissed him. I kissed him with a desperation akin to that of defying death. This is the closest to the truth you will ever get. I needed this. For the first time in my life i found myself wanting someone, needing someone. I needed his words, i needed his cruelty, i needed his insults, i needed every bit of him.
A fracture in his facade. Alystair Satori built walls so high he created an unescapable prison for himself. Cold and indifferent was what he was notoriously known as at the prestigious highly ranked boarding school in England for the rich. The schools new player, Romen Abarra, all he's ever known was alcohol, flirting and running from brutal memories. If only they knew why he left home. What started out as flirting and banters between the unlikely pair turns into something consuming, dangerous and unrelenting love in the chaos of it all.
My frozen fingers clung brutally to my gloves as the wind whipped through the trees, creaking and groaning like a faulty stair case. The snow adorned buildings made it significantly harder to make out most street signs. The never ending winter of England was a visible contrast to the rest of the world, but it brought a wave of serenity and belonging in the mist of it all.
I've seen multiple pictures and articles of my new highschool but none of them concisely captured what laid before me. The buildings looked as ancient and magnificent as the pictures, as they towering to the skies, hungrily, stopping only where the human eye had no visible eyesight. The darkened window panes were painfully expensive and a faint light reflection could be almost be seen from it. The schools name 'st alders' beautifully written in gold across the main oak entrance. The circular garden before the main entrance flourished with living and dead plants alike and in the centre of it all stood an old but steady overflowing fountain graciously complementing the landscape.
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