Darius

"Kiss me. Kiss me until I'm sick of it." We have a strange relationship, to say the least. We're the only ones there for each other on the darkest nights, but otherwise we barely even text each other. People say grief connects people. I say pain connects people. I don't know much about her, even though I practically lives with her now. But I guess I can talk about my past. My mother was a drug addict, and I was born with ADHD. My mother was domestically abused by my dad, causing her to run away with me, but she fell into drugs and had an affair with her drug dealer. She died. I grew up with my grandparents in a large manor. Parsons Manor (Haunting Adeline>>). They raised me to be a golden child. They failed. I was their world, and that was the only reason why I bothered to even try to do well in school, despite the teachers' dislike for my habit of fidgeting. But the moment I could support myself, my world shattered again. My grandparents died on consecutive nights, and I was left alone. Until my mother's ex-boyfriend, the gangster guy, showed up and adopted me. He actually treated me as his own, except I then grew up in the underworld. Now I run my stepfather's empire. In this world, you can't show weakness. So I didn't. Until I met her. My motorbike was being repaired, so I had to walk home. In the rain. When I heard the most joyful sound I had in a while. Laughter. Curious, I went to inspect it. I saw a young girl, possibly only half a decade younger than me, dancing in the rain, a delighted smile on her face which was upturned to the heavens. Tear tracks and rivulets of rainwater streaked her face. I was hooked.