Once there was a boy. Isn't this how all the story starts? Once there was a boy. A boy. There's always a defining moment in all our lives, where we stop being who the world says we are and we start being the person who a special someone needs us to be. Timid, shy personas transform into a fire breathing dragon. After all, after that moment, the world is not as much as important as that person. The world is loud. Or, at least that facet of the world is what I saw. The world mostly had a light too blinding for my eyes; a scream too gruesome to my ears. I did find silence, for a limited time at least.
Once there was a boy so strong; people thought no one could ever break him.
Once there was a girl so cold; people thought she was numb to all emotions.
Once there was a time when life was full of possibilities.
The best part of their story?
The worst part? He never knew her.