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His name's a paradox โ€” the sky was always closed to him. He used to say, โ€œThere is no heaven.โ€ White hair like clouds, eyes stormy blue โ€” as if rainclouds followed him. He rarely spoke, his silence said more than words. His parents were famous โ€” musicians, artists. A beloved father and a lovely, caring mother, almost etheral. They raised him in love โ€” once, but it changed. At eleven, he lost his father in a mountain accident and his mother shattered. Silence filled the house louder than screams through the walls. Sky learned quickly: Some things are better left unsaid. Pain belongs deep, where no one can reach. He vanished from the internet. No photos. No updates. Though the world wondered โ€” he was famous, after all. He turned sixteen a few weeks ago. Looked in the mirror and didnโ€™t recognize himself. Not because heโ€™d changed โ€” he just never really looked He didnโ€™t know yet that everything would fall apart. That his built solitude would shatter like glass. People say loneliness hurts. Sky knew the truth: itโ€™s people who do. Loneliness was predictable. He lived on the cityโ€™s edge, in a too-big apartment that stopped feeling like home. Heโ€™d sit on the kitchen floor, listening to the fridge hum โ€” only sound that never lied. Heโ€™d stare at the guitar and piano his parents once played. At school, he was a shadow โ€” drifting, unseen. Not afraid โ€” just unwilling to be known. Until you came. Not like storm โ€” but soft rain. You sat by him near the weeping willow and forget-me-nots. He didnโ€™t know why. But he didnโ€™t run. He listened โ€” to your talk of music, weather, teachers. You never asked. And that was everything. He started showing up late, just to see if youโ€™d wait and you always did.

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