Memories | Oneshot

The sun set was always one of the things that Dallas looked forward to after a long day of training. The ways the colors lite up the sky, the way the clouds looked. He was head over heels for it. There was nothing more beautiful.

there wasn't much time left to watch it, and he wanted to go to the fence line to get a better view. He was always trying to find a better spot. What's more suspicious than a boy lurking at the fence in the dusk. Right? He was better off finding a new spot.

But that was his spot. The one where he and his friend use to go. The one friend that no one specks of. It was there spot. It was where he found love, and happiness, and felt safe. It was this spot that held the memories that meant the most to him. This was the spot where last saw Markus. This was the spot where he saw him taken. The boy that he had loved, taken from him in a blink of an eye.

Dallas never knew what really happened to him. For all he knew he was dead, or an avox. But dead would be better. Or at least in his eyes. There was nothing worse that serving the capital in an inhumane way. It would be better if he was a lab rat now, anything except an avox.

"why did you have to steal that jacket? Why? It didn't even look that good on you."