I discovered his tiny, hopeful eyes in the half darkness

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I discovered his tiny, hopeful eyes in the half darkness

People are made to fear things, everyone feels frightened, scared and alone at some point in their lives. Some get over it and move on while others cling on to it and wait for a hand to reach out and lead them to a better place. Some of us don’t even know we’re in danger until somebody gets us out of it.

It was my first day at the new place and the butterflies danced around inside of my stomach, I did not say much that day, I was too busy exploring all the new sights and sounds that surrounded me. I was fascinated by the colours of the walls and the shapes of the windows. I noticed how similar all the people were, to me they were just bodies with faces taped on to them. They were what we call strangers.

No one really stood out to me that day, except for him. I noticed him standing there through the corner of my eye, I estimated him to be aged around 18 or 19. I studied him carefully from afar, his oddly shaped body was positioned in a way that made him look like he was posing for a magazine cover, he looked cool and intimidating. The deep black hair on his head glistened as the sun’s light bounced off of his curls, leaning against the wall with one hand holding a cigarette and the other shoved into his pocket he stood there puffing while he studied the ground.

This boy intrigue me and I wanted to know everything about him, what his dreams were, what he hated, loved and where he came from. I wanted him to show me his endless collection of albums consisting of bands who sing songs about rocket ships and girls who wear too much make-up. I wanted to get lost in his world of thoughts. I found myself craving the knowledge that he so clearly possessed.

He threw his cigarette to the floor and buried it deep into the sand using his heel. With both hands now shoved deep into the pockets of his faded corduroy pants which were probably previously owned by his father, he strolled down the pathway. His shoulders hung forward and his long skinny legs moved...

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