Skylar Baxter and Ryder King


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Passing by an ordinary neighbourhood was all it took to change Ryder's life. To alter his emotions, his thoughts and the pace of his heart for the days to come. He stopped to ask for direction to a cafe from a student walking home. Skylar was attracted to him, he liked her the minute he saw her, how genuine she was, how politely she spoke and how beautiful her smile was.

As they grow more fond of each other and link their fingers tight, the world comes in between. Having different backgrounds, personalities and desires has challenged them as to how to tolerate, compromise and understand. 

Skylar was having a hardtime to figure out her feelings. The emptiness that resided inside her, but at the same time felt so compressed with invisible emotions. Her longing for what she lost, not knowing enough about what it was, just merely informed that she didn't have it left her frustrated for years. She was scared, of what? She herself didn't know.

She meets a friend on Facebook and vibes so greatly with him. She texted him on her dates with Ryder, left Ryder on seen multiple times and was being less attentive as days go by. Ryder gets so tempted to hack her when working on a program that would help, to which he finds out she could have been flirting with another guy, not informing about her relationship status and telling Ryder that they were just friends when he asked. Would he forgive and forget?

She didn't like the idea of someone walking over her privacy. She believed he didn't trust her enough, pride and confusion made it hard to apologise. Would she let it get in between?

And would she ever know about her fear? Would she try to face it? Most of all, would their hands stay linked?





Enjoy!

the Silent Beat

I open another drawer looking for a black tank top. I grab washed jeans once I find one and lay them on the bed. 


I change from my towel and walk back to the mirror to comb my hair. I tied it up in a ponytail and applied some lip gloss with mascara. I put on my Vans and walk out of my room. 


"Good morning" I say, as I walk to the kitchen. Mom was making pancakes as she murmured back a 'Good morning'. She pushes me a plate on the counter and I take my seat and quickly dig in. Leslie came up after some time and joined us. 


It was Sunday so we were all free in the morning. I was going to meet up with the group today at the cinema. It has been a long time since we all hang out, Eric's words. 


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