Emotions can be expressed in so many different ways.. it would always depend on the person. Some bottled up their feelings, whilst others expressed them to such a strong extent that it left them open to wounds that never seemed to heal as quickly as expected. Some marinated in their thoughts until finally letting go to that one person that held their trust, whilst others felt the need to say their opinions there and then. Some held a combination of these.. debating within themselves just how they need to deal with the problems they’re faced with.
Skye Sanders was never usually the sort to hold back what she felt she needed to say. The girl was encircled with a shyness that anyone could note upon meeting her, but it was something that could be guaranteed that when she opened her mouth, the words that exited would be the truth. If asked, she would answer with that soft voice of hers, blunting the edges of her words with a kindness that not everyone could entirely understand or appreciate. Skye was an honest girl, and one that had been revealed to be far more vulnerable that she had first thought.
Ever since quite recently, the teenager had lost that little spark in her eyes, that light glow about her frame, and the gentle rhythm to her steps. But no matter who asked, she would always say the same things. “I’m okay. Really.” “There’s nothing to worry about.” “Oh no, it doesn’t matter.” “I’ve just got some stuff to do. Maybe later.” Skye had never been that much of a liar, but she had encased herself in a stubbornness about her state, ignoring the fact that she wasn‘t okay, that there were things she had been worrying about, and that these things did matter to her. Instead, she had just tucked herself away, doing her school work and getting on with life in the quiet manner that she had done before.. well, before Damien.
The gentlest of smiles twitched onto the young blonde’s lips as the male crossed her mind, her mind’s eye creating that quirky little smile of his and that strong sapphire gaze that she would have happily admitted a week ago would make her heart flutter. She couldn’t help but think of the male with a fondness, even though her mind and her heart were tearing in two whenever just his name even sounded within her head. He was one of the few things that she looked forward to when waking up in the morning; seeing his familiar face cross her gaze or feeling the gentle touch of his hands upon her waist. It was such a wonderful feeling to have someone that she knew well and truly cared for her, or at least she had believed to have.
It hadn't been until just a few days after he had broken it off with her that her mind had started playing with what he had told her, his reasons behind not wanting to be with her any more. To anyone, they were reasonable.. understandable. But the subconscious was cruel and brought out thoughts that Skye simply could not control. What if there was more to it? What if he'd just been using the fact his blood was poisonous as a way of simply getting away from her? He could have just not wanted to see her any more, but didn't have the heart to break it to her. Skye's heart sunk each and every time that thought crossed her mind, because it was something she simply couldn't bare to think about.
Damien had been one of the few people that she had grown comfortable around in the school, one of the people she didn't have to worry about judging her for who she was. Her trust for him had developed so much since that first meeting with him, and it had blossomed much like her liking for him.. well, it had grown to be more than just a liking. The female refused to admit it to herself now, though.. no, it would just be the cherry on an otherwise destroyed cake.
She lay back against her mattress, underneath the comfort of her duvet cover, wrapped up tight and warm. Safe from the world.. but not as safe as she had felt just being close to Damien. It almost brought a smile to her lips to think that the reason he'd left her was because he could hurt her.. but she'd never felt safer than she had when he was near. He made her feel so comfortable within herself, and made her feel like she could do anything, though all she wanted to do was be wrapped up in his arms or hold his hand whilst they walk around the village. That's all she wanted. That's all she needed to feel complete.
Drawing the duvet around her tightly, she stared up at the ceiling, listening to the quiet noises that fluttered about the school at night. There were always the few people that snuck about, and then there were those that were returning to their dorms after having evening classes. But, right now, all seemed pretty quiet.. even the winter wind outside had silenced itself into a gentle breeze. And Skye was glad it was quiet. It left her alone with her thoughts, the ones that just kept reminding her of how much she missed Damien.. the older teen that had always just made her smile, be it by doing something silly or telling her she looked cute in her work apron.
Oh, how she just wanted to be close to him again.. she'd have given anything to have that chance. She wanted to be able to talk to him, to tell him.. to tell him that she'd fallen in love with him, and simply couldn't let go.
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