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I had never been the type of girl to believe in fairytales—heck, even when I was a kid, I'm pretty sure it was pressure from my friends, rather than genuine faith, that led me to think Santa Claus was real, or that the Tooth Fairy actually existed. That doesn't mean I didn't enjoy it, though; that mysterious edge to the unknown, things like aliens or secret agents…there were plenty of occasions where I truly wanted to believe that they were part of reality. My reality.
Predictably, however, nothing so fanciful ever happened in my childhood, or my teenage years. I grew up, just as everyone else did, discarding those silly dreams as I focused on tangible reality.
Although…was I really like everybody else? There were countless times I felt out of place; I didn't care about others' opinions on me, and yet I was terrified of being hated or left out; I had my own opinions, personality, yet I never said a word; there were times that I wanted to end my life, yet was too cowardly to truly follow up; I felt nothing when someone died, yet I couldn't bear the thought of being alone. I was a walking contradiction, when I think about it—a hypocrite, a selfish inconsistency.
It was as if no one ever thought that I might have so much negativity beneath that calm, polite mask of mine. I didn't blame them, though; though I craved the attention, I never wanted anyone worrying themselves over me. Ha, another contradiction.
So when my therapist recommended I move to the country, I was a little taken aback. Was she so worried I'd jump off of a building? Or walk into traffic? She did realize that moving cost money, didn't she? I was fresh out of college, unemployed and tight on cash. Despite this, as well and her constant reminders for me to be completely honest with her, I hadn't said a word; just smiled and said I'd consider it.
I did consider it, though, and when I saw that ad in the paper…well, I suppose it was in fact possible for me to be impulsive, leaving aside the fact that the price for the ranch was incredible, especially considering the quality. It seemed too good to be true—deep down, I knew that it had to be a sham, false advertisement.
The meds I was on at the time must have made me feel unreasonably optimistic, though, because before I knew it, my bags were packed and I was on the first bus out of town, completely unaware of what to expect. And I must admit, I did find things completely beyond my imagination—
Particularly in regards to forgotten dreams and silly fairytales.
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Right, so…this story kind of came from listening to "Never Too Late" by Three Days Grace and skimming through Skye fanfictions. I figure I haven't written about the guy in a while, and when I did…uh. Well, it wasn't his best moment. I wanted to write about a slightly nobler Skye—well, as noble as phantom thieves get. xD
Updates…I think they'll be kind of irregular. I haven't really thought out the plot (if any of my stories even have one. x_x ), so I'm going to try and brainstorm ideas while balancing high school work and activities. This'll be another multi-chapter story (insanity!), so I hope you'll stay with me. ^^;
Please excuse the rambling in the prologue. It was probably really monotonous, but I just wanted to set a few things straight about Claire's mindset.
