And like the moon, he had a side of him so dark, that even the stars couldn't shine on it; he and a side of him so cold, that even the sun couldn't burn on it.
All his troubles were there yet he just gave a fake smile and tried as hard as he could to not let anyone know what he really felt-that anxiety that took over him. My leaving only made matters worse. He got out of hand to the point where no one could stop him; no one except me.
This was bound to happen, we just didn't know when.
What really bothers me the most is that it happened at the wrong time-when everything was at its best.
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Taken 2
FanfictionSequel to Taken & Book 2 of the Taken series. in which the abductor struggles to remain sane
