Running Doesn't Make You Weak 1

2 Boys

Over the ocean, a boy sat. His blonde hair shone like gold in the sun the came through the window. His eyes were a stormy blue green the color of the sea in the sun. He stared out the window his mind carrying him to a different place in the world.

There were 4 boys around him. His closest friends. The most masculine with black hair sat with a porn magazine. The next had a ring in his hand changing one of his piercing. The other two both blonde with brunette under lay were sitting together discussing makeup. He looked away from the couple.

He stared at the wall is mind drifting. He stood up and walked out. No one looked at him. They were all used to his coming and going.

The boy walked down the street collecting looks from passers by. Eyeliner brought out his eyes and the off the shoulders shirt he wore showed his chest. His skinny jeans were tight and they attracted attention.

He didn't notice any of it. None of his friends knows where he goes. No one knew what he dreamed. No one at all knew what went on behind the green blue eyes the color of the sea. His mind whirred and schemed and dreamed as he walked the city street.

He turned up his iPod. His hands drummed the rhythm on his thighs. His head bobbed. There was no one else in his world. He forget time. He forgot pain. He forgot the world he never wanted. He forgot his responsibilities. All of it disappearing into the abyss until one thing remained. A face, a face he had never seen, a girl. A girl he needed to meet.

The boy never saw the looks from the girls. He never saw the stares from passers by. He never guessed the looks he got. He never understood the way he made some girls feel. All he knew was the music and her, the music and her.

No one understood the way he felt. No one felt his pain. No one else saw his angels face. Not even his friends saw him cry each day. The boy walked alone and dreamed of her. Though he knew not who she was.

The boy headed back as his mind cleared. He had things to do. A life to live. He headed back forcing it all away. He had things to do. He had to go on. Keep going in his silent way.

His friends didn't know. They knew he was shy. They didn't know how many secrets he had to hide. They never knew… No one ever knew… No one would ever know… No one could ever know…

Around the world again. The world into thirds and a person in each. He sat on the floor. His dogs around him. He listened to the strange voices around him, the musical tones were not his language. He felt lost except for his dogs and his brother a few feet away. He knew his friends and his father were close but he couldn't feel them the way he heard the voices around him.

The boy pushed his long jet back hair away from his face. It hadn't yet been styled and so hung haphazardly around him. He leaned his head against the dog lost in his thoughts. He new later today he would be back at the top of the world but for now he was just another person.

He was never sure what to think. He loved the applause, the fame but he also loved doing everyday things. Every day he got up and smiled, everyday he wanted to run to get away but everyday he stayed.

He had everything he had ever wanted. Yet he didn't he had everything but one thing. The one thing that left him incomplete. The one thing that made his heart beat. He needed Her.

He didn't know who She was. Every time he looked into the crowds he saw her face. She was always out of reach. All in his imagination. He would never meet her. He had no chance, no way, he was famous, he had no free time, no privacy, no true life. He would never get to have her. That was part of his life.

Hard his brother's call and got up to get ready for the concert. The exited smile on his face fooled everyone maybe because it was halfway true. All he knew was that some one would see the pain in him and it would all be over. He knew every time he stepped on stage the chance of him ever getting her got smaller and smaller. As it was they were nearly destroyed.

He looked in the mirror and watched himself transform. From just another boy to a rock star, the adored singer, the icon. He heard the fans screaming and felt his blood pump. This was the best part always the best part. There was silence as the lights went out. He could hear his own boots thudding as he climbed the stairs. He could hear the quieter ascension of the band members and he could hear his own heart beat.

The screams picked up as he came into view. They grew lauder as the music started then faded as his voice rang through the crowd. He stared out at their faces. Hoping to truly see the one. He could 'see' her because only the closest faces were visible but she wasn't really there just his imagination trying to make him stronger to keep him going. It worked, he vanished into the song into the singer everyone thought hi to be. The real him was gone, hidden. No one would ever know what was really inside.

Thus fate has left us. Three people. All in need. It's the way of the world. The strong ones are the ones who hide them selves. The strong ones are the ones who make the right choice even if it hurts them. The strong ones keep living even if living means running. Running doesn't make you weak it makes you smart enough to know when to fight and when to retreat.

Authoress Note

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