Right, the sequel to Garded this story is now complete! reviews would be appreciated ^.^ The unedited version can be found here /works/957374/chapters/1874454 on archive of our own.
I sadly do not own the characters, and a thank you to my friend for having brilliant ideas xD so read on... =)
Everything just seemed so normal from an objective point of view. Work, meetings, more work, being a hero and even more work; the tedious everyday life of your average genius billionaire. It seemed that people readily accepted this normality as well; people were oblivious to the fact that he had really changed, despite him managing to remain out of trouble with the media (which back then, would have been normal to him). Although, why would they notice a change? According to them nothing remarkable had happened to him recently; of course he knew otherwise.
Everything, however, from a subjective point of view, was the actualisation of hell. It was just one vast lie, acting normal and pretending to be the person he was before it all happened, before him. A full year of lying to everyone he knew, especially himself and he was seriously starting to doubt his ability to cope. He couldn't talk to anyone, he could not divulge the details of what had happened lest it all come crashing down and ruin him and all he had. Although, he felt he was in ruin anyhow. This great big façade slowly eating him from the inside out like the rotting core of a festering apple and knowing he can't get rid of the all-consuming decay because he just can't forget. He can't forget the touch of silky black hair, the sight of piercing blue eyes, the touch of soft pink lips against his that set his heart alight. He also can't forget the fact that he will never have that again.