Hey guys. This is a prologue called 'The Start' for a book I was going to write but I gave up on so... It's here now. Also the chapter is called 'Sane' because that's what the character's ship name was and also the title of the book. If it was a book. So yeah. Tell me if it's good, maybe I'll try to add on. Thanks, enjoy. <3

She was a kind of beautiful that was gentle but also violent. It hurt to look too long but you couldn't stop staring. She was a kind of beautiful that had to do more with how she held herself and what she did than what she wore and what she looked like. She liked hoodies and ripped jeans and skirts and blouses. She liked music and writing and dancing and reading. She didn't only write and read poetry, she was poetry. The way she moved and the million different smiles she had. They didn't know her, and they didn't care to. She was alone and no one seemed to mind including herself. She was okay.

He was the kind of boy that didn't understand the dirty jokes and the odd trends. He was the kind of boy that would help people up when others pushed them down. But he was also the kind of boy that would start a fight for no reason anyone but himself could see. He had soft eyes, but strong arms. He liked routine, and was afraid of change. Always surrounded by the same people, in the same places, doing the same things. Once a champion, always a champion. Once a failure, always a failure. That was how he lived his life. He was okay.