She was all he could thing about. her golden hair shining warmly in the morning sun. Her cool blue eyes sparkling as she laughed. And her voice, oh her voice, the voice of the sweatest angel from heaven.

But what chance did he have with her? His bright silver hair and violet eyes were strange to people here. He didn’t belong. And yet everyday he silently watched her, commiting everything about her to memory as he pretended not to exist.