Heart of the future

It was a gray day, an over cast reminder of the genocide that happened what seemed like "a lifetime ago" but still fresh on the minds of those that suffered through it.

James was on his bed reading a newspaper, celebrity scandals, news worthy accidents, the usual news that was there to keep normal people interested. It was not like James to judge but today he was feeling particularly foul; it was this time of year that he had survived a life changing experience that left him struggling to fill the emptiness in his life. By now he had learned to control his "emotions" and was as close to normal as to he can feel.

Sick of brooding about, James started cleaning up his room. Once he was done he decided that he would go for that Versace add that Andy was pushing to do. In the last five years he had defiantly "grown up", now he stood about 6 foot 1, his body had filled up in all the right places and still had his "just been shagged" messy hair. But he couldn't really see what the others saw in him; in his mind he was still that skinny boy with glasses, messy hair and a scar.

It's not really like him to peruse a modeling carer but it was the only thing that was left for him to do. He was beyond rich and would never have to work but it would something to keep him occupied. Not that he would admit it to Andy but he new he wouldn't want Andy and Jen worrying over him anymore.

If he could not make himself happy at least he could help out someone else. It is and has always been his nature to end up feeling responsible to help people around him no matter what he went though. It was like some one had dropped the weight of the world on to his shoulders. But saying that truly wasn't far from the truth. Well that was his past, a past that would only be remembered in his occasional nightmares but otherwise pushed to the backs of his mind.