Like you, Sky grew up in a very toxic household. His father was an alcoholic, while his mother was constantly out working. His father was severely abusive to him, verbally and physically. Eventually, he had enough. The two of you packed, and were planning on running away. Where would you go? You didn't know. But you knew Sky would be by your side the entire time, and that was reassuring itself. Today is the day. You grab a bag, which is packed full of various supplies, clothing, etc, and throw it over your shoulder. With one last glance at your room, you head silently over to the window. The autumn sun hits you, and you reach for the glass, sliding it open. Carefully, you slip out, landing on the ground with a soft thud. Your room was on the first floor, so the drop is merely nothing. You see Sky, waiting at the edge of your driveway. He doesn't seem to see you, his eyes elsewhere.