He's always been watching.
Observing with intense, unblinking eyes.
No one ever really notices him.
Even though his blond hair shines bright like the sun in a summer's afternoon. Even though he's always been watching them.
A sad smile graces his face as he sees the kids running around outside. Their joyous laughs ring in his ears, reminding him that he's all alone.
But he's fine by himself.
He doesn't need anyone.
He doesn't have anyone.
The other kids always reject his tries to play with them, so he spends most of his days reading.
Books are always there for him. They don't judge him, nor do they hate him like many others. They keep him company and enthrall him in their majestic adventures hidden inside.
But, they just werent human.
Clouds gather in the sky and soon it begins to rain outside. The windows become adorned outside with beads of rolling water.
Is the blue sky crying the tears he can't shed?
It's ironic that his eyes match the cornflower hue of the sky perfectly.
Sometimes he wonders if he got his eye color from his mom or his dad.
He doesn't know since he's an orphan.
He draws pictures of how he thinks they look, albeit messily drawn due to his six-year-old drawing skills.
He places the finished pictures all around his small room.
Some were created with crayons, while others are splashed with paint or markers. The neater ones look more orderly while some are just random scribbles.
The everlasting silence is unbarring though.
Even though he's used to it he still hates it.
So he talks to himself.
About the varying weather. Or the cleanly state of his apartment room. Or even what he's planning on having for lunch.
Other kids don't like him and never play with him.
The rain stops after awhile and slowly the sun peeks from out of the clouds, beckoning light to fill outside.
A loud thud caused by an object hitting the window makes the boy place his colored pencil down from the half finished drawing he started earlier and look outside.
To his surprise there was another child in the grass surrounding his apartment, seemingly searching for something.
The kid's face brightened when he saw what he came to get.
There, about three feet away from the other's apartment window was a shiny red rubber ball.
The kid looking for the ball had black hair with matching eyes and pale skin.
He scrambled over to grab his toy and noticed the blonde boy who was now currently standing in his apartment doorway leading to the outside.
With a nervous chuckle the black headed child amended for hitting his window and trespassing.
The blonde waved it off saying it was fine and turned to return to his solitude, but a grip on his arm stopped him.
"Hey!," the pale boy with his newly found ball started, "I haven't seen you around here! Do you want to play with me?"
The lonely boy's breath caught in his throat, surely he didn't want to play with me? Would he?, he thought nervously.
The black headed kid's eyebrow rose in question when the other didn't respond for awhile.
"...Sure. I guess."The blonde's feet shuffled nervously.
The other grinned warmly and introduced himself while gesturing for him to follow.
Once they both reached the playground they played, talked, and laughed for hours.
The once lonely boy felt a warm feeling bubble within him.
This was it. His first friend.
And as he turned to his friend laying next to him on the grass as the sun began to set he knew that they were going to be best friends. He wouldn't have to live in solitude he could be freed from his haunting loneliness.
"Thank you." He smiled a genuine grin to his best friend, who returned it with his own.
Finally, he wasn't alone anymore.