The more I think about it,the more I think love is a fallacy

The cold stung, like a bee's stinger or something of that nature, at least that was what Dirk thought as he set out of his dorm and into the outside would of foresta academy. He shivered and pulled his sweater closer to him, he was more pensive and calm today, probably because it was the day he was thrown out of his second family, the smugglers, he had reminisced about the feeling he had felt towards his family, and realized it was the husk of what was called "a love for family" this, he thought, had blinded him and stunted his growth into what he believed was a "eclipsed life" compared to what he could have been, now because of love he was forced to become like this, a freak, he knew he was one, but he thought he didn't care, until today at least. He walked in silence until he wandered in front of the gym, Dirk took one look at the door and stepped in, he then proceeded to walk up toward the bleachers and look towards the ceiling, without knowing it Dirk started to dream with his eyes open.

((Dream flashback))

 The smell of cultivated drug plants and smoke hovered over the large hideout of his smuggler family, he was easily the youngest by far but still, he was useful to the people around him. The people started to like him and considered him family, especially John. John was a particularly jovial character who everyone loved and talked to, Dirk was not an exception, in fact he loved John like a brother, until that day... John had invited Dirk to come and help him smuggle some dangerous material over to Cuba, naturally Dirk, who trusted John like a brother, agreed to do this, but while they were passing the fence John had called out to some slavers who immediately came out and tried to restrain Dirk, but being trained as a smuggler he went into a mode where he was oblivious to anybody else except for himself, Dirk pulled out his special combat knife he kept for occasions like this. The fight that proceeded was a terrifying one, that day blood was splattered, especially his own foster brother's. He was found staring at the corpses and was taken to a boat and shipped back to his smuggler home town. He had to go back, to the smugglers den , but he was scared. Right as he made up his mind people from the den found him, apparently the slaver's had contacts within the den who were told of the death of John by Dirk's blade. He was thrown on the ground and beaten until he wanted the pain to stop.. the pain..

((end of flashback))

Dirk woke up with a gasp, and then he did one thing that he never thought he was capable of, he sobbed.

Pandora needed to go for a run. She had been on quite a few runs in the snow, but it hadn't been that great with the cold and everything, and so the girl settled for the gym. It was particularly cold today though, so she simply decided to wander down to the gym and check it out, see if it was worth it, if it was suitable enough. It was cold, and she once again wished she had clothes better suited for the weather, but what she had was better than nothing, she supposed.

Entering the gym, she heard an odd sound; sobbing? Eyes widening, she glanced around the gym, and her eyes came to rest upon a boy sitting high on the bleachers. The sound broke her heart, and before she even realized what she was doing, Pandora found herself sprinting up the bleachers to the boy. Sitting right beside him, she bit her lip, unsure of what to do, before she simply decided to out a hand on his shoulder. Normally, she would have gone for a hug, but she didn't want to scare the boy. "Hey, what's wrong? Can I help? Are you hurt? I-it's OK, it's OK..." Her voice was soft and soothing, and Pandora noted the boy was small for his age, though he still looked taller than her. It was hard to tell, sitting down.

Blinking at the boy in concern, she briefly wondered if she should leave him alone, before dismissing the idea; she would leave him if he wanted privacy, but if he wanted company, then she would stay. Smiling softly at the boy, to try and seem nonthreatening, Pandora noticed a scar near his eye. What was it from? It looked like it had a story, then again, most scars, actually, all, had stories, as she had learnt after looking after all of the injuries of her brother, and she wondered what the boy's one was. She chose, however, not to comment, as it didn't look bad at all, simply, another feature the boy possessed, like her piercings or fringe.

Dirk felt tears run down his face, he had let his inner emotions show and he hated it, but at least nobody heard him sob right? At least he thought that until he heard someone running up to him and ask  "Hey, what's wrong? Can I help? Are you hurt? I-it's OK, it's OK..." He cursed inside his head, he had been seen and by another person in the school none the less. "D-Don't tell anyone.... I usually don't do this but for some reason I daydreamed about..."

Dirk stopped, he didn't even know this person and yet he almost divulged some of his own dirty, stained past. Dirk wiped his tears and studied her with his pink and gold eyes, that were tinged red from crying. Dirk admitted to himself that this person was cute, and seemed shorter then him, which surprised him because everyone he had met until that point was way taller then him. She seemed genuinely concerned for him, and he felt her hand on his shoulder, which somehow comforted him. Dirk then scooted a little farther away from the girl, embarrassed that he could be thinking in that direction.


"Why are you here?" Dirk wanted to steer this conversation in a way in which he would be able to leave quick.

As he began to say something, then cut off, Pandora nodded. "It's OK, I won't tell anyone. We've all got ghosts, right? Some people are just unfortunate to have worse ghosts than others..."  At the mention of ghosts, Pandora's mind wandered to her brother. The only light in her life, and she had...had lost him. If she were to tell anyone else the story, they would say he abandoned her, left her alone in that orphanage back in Australia, but this was a fact that she had been denying for years. There was no way. She refused to acknowledge that as even a possibility.

Realizing her mind was drifting away, she was startled when the boy turned to look at her. Stunning eyes looked at her and she felt as if she could drown in the unusual colours that looked at her. Was that natural? Related to his power, maybe? But, when she felt the boy scoot away a bit, she dropped her hand, rubbing her hands together in an attempt to ward off the cold. She was wearing gloves, but they didn't seem to be doing a lot.

Tilting her head to the side at his question, Pandora shrugged softly. "I just wanted to see if the gym here is...any good. This weather isn't the best for outdoor exercise."  Speaking in her normal quiet voice, Pandora smiled at the boy. It wasn't a huge smile, but it was genuine. "How about you? What brought you here?"