I made chapter 2 longer hope you enjoy it.
Chapter 1: When Blue Struck Blue
He was sent to St. Clover's local orphanage that very afternoon. Every day he remembered the angel with golden hair and enchantingly blue eyes. He lived every day for her. If it wasn't for her solitary memory he would not have survived she kept the fire inside him alight.
"Dinner!" someone yelled outside his dark room as a bell rang. He slowly walked into the buzzing noise and shuffle of the pasty brown hall. Looking at the faces of the people around him he recognized several. No one had ever befriended him here, the girls had chased after him when he into his bad boy/sophisticated frame. But when he ignored them they backed off and chassed someone else. He didn't mind he had his angel.
Backing away from the wall he entered the lunchroom, he just stood near the entrance and observed the laughter and giggles of the large group.
"Are you ready Darien?" a figure from behind him asked. He recognized it as Ann's voice, she was the headmistress.
"Yes ma'am" he answered not turning to face her.
"We can leave anytime your ready," she said laying a gentle hand on his shoulder. Then walking away. Sighing he walked back to his room and got his luggage. Then headed to Ann's office.
He had then bought an apartment on the 6th floor of a prestige complex. Which had included a mildly large kitchen, living room, master bedroom, and dinning room. It was rather large thus expensive, so he paid it with a large account his parents had left him. Darien attended Cornell University; moreover he was at the top of his graduating class. Darien worked as an emergency room staff member, and was allowed several privileges due to his grade average. Because of all his daily drama he barely had time for himself. He'd grown up in these 3 years. He realized the impossibility of his dreams. So he cramped himself with work so that he wouldn't have time to think of things he shouldn't. But there were times that his mind wandered and thought about his angel. At night when the dark mist surrounds him, and the noises of the city cease to exist in his mind, he sees her. His angel, his princess calling to him, but he could never seem to reach. He hated these nights most of all.
"Dismissed," the professor finally said, snapping Darien into reality. As he put his things away and exited the premises he thought to himself. ~Why do I think of her so much? ~
~Because she's the closest thing to family you've ever known~ a voice from somewhere deep inside him answered ~when you were alone she was always there, when you were lost she pointed you to the right direction. She was the light that drove away the darkness that would have consumed you to the very core~
~NO! That isn't possible," he said in retaliation. ~I've only seen her once she doesn't mean a thing to me~
~Yes she's a memory. Nothing more? Are you sure? ~ The voice asked ~if she's such a trivial aspect of you existence then why, why! do u think of her when you have nowhere else to turn, why do you talk to her during the darkest hours of the night!" With that being his last remark the voice disappeared while the eco of its words lay imbedded in Darien's memory.
Suddenly he felt someone slammed into him, making him look at his surrounding and the poor girl that had just crashed into him. She was sprawled on the gray sidewalk. As she got up she profusely apologized. Her golden locks were tied on her head in familiar buns. And when she looked at him their eyes collided. Her eyes where the same caring eyes of a girl he once knew.
What will our Darien do now that his found his angel? Your gonna have to wait and find out.
PLEASE R&R my confidence about this fic is starting to drop.
Thanks. Lots of love to all my readers.
~Winterrose46~
Chapter 1: When Blue Struck Blue
He was sent to St. Clover's local orphanage that very afternoon. Every day he remembered the angel with golden hair and enchantingly blue eyes. He lived every day for her. If it wasn't for her solitary memory he would not have survived she kept the fire inside him alight.
"Dinner!" someone yelled outside his dark room as a bell rang. He slowly walked into the buzzing noise and shuffle of the pasty brown hall. Looking at the faces of the people around him he recognized several. No one had ever befriended him here, the girls had chased after him when he into his bad boy/sophisticated frame. But when he ignored them they backed off and chassed someone else. He didn't mind he had his angel.
Backing away from the wall he entered the lunchroom, he just stood near the entrance and observed the laughter and giggles of the large group.
"Are you ready Darien?" a figure from behind him asked. He recognized it as Ann's voice, she was the headmistress.
"Yes ma'am" he answered not turning to face her.
"We can leave anytime your ready," she said laying a gentle hand on his shoulder. Then walking away. Sighing he walked back to his room and got his luggage. Then headed to Ann's office.
He had then bought an apartment on the 6th floor of a prestige complex. Which had included a mildly large kitchen, living room, master bedroom, and dinning room. It was rather large thus expensive, so he paid it with a large account his parents had left him. Darien attended Cornell University; moreover he was at the top of his graduating class. Darien worked as an emergency room staff member, and was allowed several privileges due to his grade average. Because of all his daily drama he barely had time for himself. He'd grown up in these 3 years. He realized the impossibility of his dreams. So he cramped himself with work so that he wouldn't have time to think of things he shouldn't. But there were times that his mind wandered and thought about his angel. At night when the dark mist surrounds him, and the noises of the city cease to exist in his mind, he sees her. His angel, his princess calling to him, but he could never seem to reach. He hated these nights most of all.
"Dismissed," the professor finally said, snapping Darien into reality. As he put his things away and exited the premises he thought to himself. ~Why do I think of her so much? ~
~Because she's the closest thing to family you've ever known~ a voice from somewhere deep inside him answered ~when you were alone she was always there, when you were lost she pointed you to the right direction. She was the light that drove away the darkness that would have consumed you to the very core~
~NO! That isn't possible," he said in retaliation. ~I've only seen her once she doesn't mean a thing to me~
~Yes she's a memory. Nothing more? Are you sure? ~ The voice asked ~if she's such a trivial aspect of you existence then why, why! do u think of her when you have nowhere else to turn, why do you talk to her during the darkest hours of the night!" With that being his last remark the voice disappeared while the eco of its words lay imbedded in Darien's memory.
Suddenly he felt someone slammed into him, making him look at his surrounding and the poor girl that had just crashed into him. She was sprawled on the gray sidewalk. As she got up she profusely apologized. Her golden locks were tied on her head in familiar buns. And when she looked at him their eyes collided. Her eyes where the same caring eyes of a girl he once knew.
What will our Darien do now that his found his angel? Your gonna have to wait and find out.
PLEASE R&R my confidence about this fic is starting to drop.
Thanks. Lots of love to all my readers.
~Winterrose46~