Okay, so I know I should be working on You Only Find It Once, but this idea has been stuck with me for a while now and then I wrote this and it's kind of super angsty but the whole story won't be like that, I promise.

While it may not seem like it here, this will actually be a childhood klaine fic (yayyyy!)

Anyway, enjoy! :)

Brushing my wispy hair out of my eyes, even though the wind would only push them back seconds later, I stared at the property. The newly regrown grass and the varnished wooden decking, covered up the tragedy that lied deep under its foundations. It was a place that still brought me to tears. I often end up here, after wandering aimlessly for hours, and find the dirtied air in my lungs compressed. I struggle to catch my breath as the stinging behind my eyes turns to tears, which roll over my cheeks and my slightly quivering lips. My need to bottle everything up is unfortunately not strong enough to override the need to let everything off my chest. No matter how hard I've tried to forget and move on with my life, I just can't seem to bring myself to do it. It seems almost like betrayal, to forget about this place I stand before and the countless memories it holds.

But where is the line? Where is the line that divides too much and not enough? The swarm of decisions that I must now make overwhelm me to a point where I wish I could just shut my eyes and let all the hard things in my life fly over my head. And other times when it becomes too hard, I want to let the misery wash over me; to give in the gaping hole in my chest. I can't do that though. It would be unfair to him, if I were to choose to live that way, when he'd have given anything to have my life; to be me right now.

That isn't how life works though; I can't just choose to switch places with him. Fairness doesn't work that way. To be honest, I don't know how fairness works at all. How is it fair that I remain here, with all of this pain and sorrow and memories. It just doesn't seem right.

Pressing my palm against the cool glass of the front fence, I am reminded of how it used to be. A vision of the chipped and faded green picket fence replaces the wall I see before me. It seemed to me like this new fence is some sort of barricade; though it failed to prevent me from remembering. I remember the feel of the old pebble pathway, the one that lead around the side of the house, underneath my bare feet. The small seedlings in no way compared to the old gums that once stood there. The same gums I'd spent hours of my childhood playing in the treehouse that sat beneath its branches. I still can't wrap my head around the fact that I had once found this place an asylum; my sanctuary. Whereas now it causes me so much heartache that I try my utmost hardest to avoid it; though it is inevitable that I will always end up here, one way or another.

As much as I despise it here, it allows me to think. It allows me to think about all the things I spend every minute of the day trying to avoid. They may not necessarily be welcome thoughts, but it's those thoughts that allow me to go back to before; when everything seemed okay.

Well there's the prologue for you... are you intrigued? I hope so. Anyway, I don't know how long it'll be until I post the first proper chapter, but hopefully soon. Let me know your thoughts or theories or just general ideas by leaving me a review. Thanks for reading!

Em xoxo