(A/N: Welcome back after those horribly long two days, and I'm so pleased to see that you guys actually liked it! Listening to Imagine Dragons' (one of my favourite bands EVER) Demons is basically how I felt these last few days *and what the chapter is based on, and is sort of linked with ID's Bleeding Out, too*.
I'm more wise now, in a way. It doesn't really matter how many reviews you get, or favs or follows, it's the people that read and me who writes that matters, and for all I know there could be some people who read this story patiently two days after the next who may not 'follow' it exactly, but always come back to read. You guys are so adorable, honestly.
I'm, again, sorry if I ever made you feel like I ever forced you to just click a button. It may mean something to other writer/people (maybe people trying to find a good read here on FanFiction judged this story by how many whatevers I got. *shrugs*) but to me, I still love writing, and no matter how many people do that, I won't get any less mature about this. Even if I get a bad review or whatever, i'm still going to be alive and writing. But even so, I request that you will be respectful. :) I'm not really saying not to do any of the things I talked about just now - in fact, feel free to! - just how I feel about it. And to those who have done the things I just said, don't feel bad in any way. I don't mean to offend you at all, promise.
Be fabulous like always guys!~)
Warnings: 'Swearing'. Angsty, angry, sad Killian.
Disclaimer: Don't own anything you recognise. What are you looking at me for? O.o
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Where my Demons Hide
Killian wasn't familiar with such hot days here in Maine. He was just so familiar with the breezy, cool weather around him that he just forgot his warm, sunny days out of Storybrooke.
This foreign feeling was explored further when he was able (for the first time in seemingly forever) to wear some other than leather pants, even though it was sort of his thing to do so. The birds chirped with glee on the other side of his window, leaves silently falling from the large oak tree he'd planted in his backyard with Liam when they were mere lads. It gave him hope, as trees planted by such bad gardeners, which, of thte bunch, included Killian, were extremely lucky to still live, especially after all those years.
Killian could remember that beautiful day like a dream; it was so hard to pinpoint each detail, and there was so little time...
Although the weather was in such high spirits, he wasn't. What, should the way the world feels dictate the way he does?
Bad mood? Check. Funeral plans? Check. Files for the lawyer to sue just about anyone around him? Definitely check.
Stereotypical sadness wasn't part of his checklist. He sighed.
Liam wouldn't have wanted him to be so full of anger or sadness or regrets. He would've said, "Aw, come on, don't be like that! You're my little brother-"
To which he would respond, rolling his eyes in turn, "Younger brother."
"-And you can't let the ship sink just because you're feeling this way. Don't let your feelings override your life. Live it without shame or doubt, because I'm always with you."
How Killian admired his brother. His loving, faithful nature, his comfort when he used to cry during the heavily raining storms, his compassion and stubbornness, his cheeky grin... His everything. Not only because he was a great brother. He was a great person in general and anyone could see that.
Only the best people die young.
To be truthful, he wasn't mad at Albert Spencer, no matter how many other horrible tragedies he'd caused.
He was mad at someone else. Killian knew he was angry at Liam during all of this. For leaving him like his mother and father did. He was one of the best, most important people in his life, and just like the rest of them, gone. He was mad for never saying the right words before he died, never having the gut to ask him more questions, never sailing with him just one last time, and never fulfilling the promises he made to him.
Killian felt powerless, worthless against the world, but...
...It was time to plat a new tree, start a new life, give it all that he'd got in him, just like Liam did.
He changed his clothes. Bright (but still leather), handsome summer clothing he didn't even know he had. And he smiled a lot. Birds seemed to sing louder, and the sky was like a brilliant ocean he'd sailed across above him while lying across the green grass of his backyard, imagining the few clouds that gather across it were mystical, beautiful creatures, animals he'd never seen before and it was like he was a child again.
But then Killian realised... he had to fulfil at least one promise that Liam gave him.
And he gave him a literal list before his last voyage on The Armada a few months back, so he seemed prepared. There was some that were underlined ("Those," Liam pointed to a dot-point on the list with the words next to it underlined boldly. "Are top priority for you to do. And dear God I hope you don't be a sissy about it and go for it. Consider it a bucket list.") and some that weren't, and some that made Killian think what the actual hell his brother was drinking when he wrote them.
Killian laughed through reading the list, even though it made him sort of sad.
But then he found something that was perfect. Killian stood up from his chair and set off, lawyer folder in hand. He didn't know how he was going to accomplish this one, but he had faith that Liam was going to watch over him and give him a little push.
Maybe he could start with her.
The list fell off the table with a faint rustle.
Number 129: Fall in love.
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(A/N: And that concluded ChapterIV: Where my Demons Hide. Hope you enjoyed reading and comeback for more soooon~
As always, this story is updated every two days or so! Look forward to seeing you back!
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