I dedicate this chapter to  Ziendor because THEY FUCKING WROTE IT!!!  GO AND LOOK AT THEIR PROFILE AND FOLLOW AS THIS CRAZY PERSON IS AN AMAZING CRAZY PERSON!! This is also a sort of prologue but set slightly after the events of the first few chapters. So it's a sort of sneak peek I guess? 

°  ° •Keith's POV• ° °

Him. It was him. The only thing keeping me afloat, keeping me alive. But I knew he couldn't stick around forever.

I woke up in my bed "oh hurrah, another amazing, wonderful day of school" I thought. It was already my second week at yet, another high school. Millions of thought running through my mind, screaming in my ears, as a wave of light poured in through my window, almost blinding me completely. God, I hate mornings.
I made my way down the stairs greeting Shiro at the bottom, who was already sitting at the table and drinking his coffee "you gonna eat breakfast today?" He asked me, just like any other morning. I replied by simply shaking my head. I never ate breakfast, if I ever did, just a few hours later I would throw up and end up in bed for about a week.

As soon as I got into Shiro's car, I turned on the radio, and the sound of the over-enthusiastic weather man blasted through the old, worn down speakers. Shiro grabbed the steering wheel and we were already on our way. Well, guess there's no turning back now. I stared out the window at the blurred trees as we drove past, thick strands of my hair covering my eyes like curtains.

We were on the street a few blocks from school when a tall Cuban boy suddenly came into sight. For the split second I looked over, I saw them, those deep blue ocean eyes, the ones that saved me, but at the same time filled my lungs with water. They just stared back at me, and just as when I first saw them, they were already gone, and all that came into view were the boring streets of this bland town. How could I have already fucked up?