There was a little bakery in the street corner of New York, the little store increasing in popularity, the sweets and coffee having people always come back for seconds. It was run by a tall man with icy blue eyes, high cheekbones, pale skin, and a straight nose. People always told Knox that he was very handsome and asked why he didn't have a partner or lover. Knox always replied with a small smile and a bitter look in his eyes, people not noticing the last part.
Knox sighed. He was just about to close the shop when a boy with brown eyes and soft pink dyed hair ran up to the shop, waving his arms.
"Wait! Hold on!" he yelled. Knox frowned before opening the door to the shop and watching as the boy stopped at the door and stood there, gasping for breath.
"What?" Knox asked, amused.
"Can I get two doughnuts and a cupcake?" he asked, holding out five dollars.
Knox raised an eyebrow.
"I'm sorry. But my it's the time of the month for my sister, and she was craving sweet pastries, so yeah," he defended.
"That's quite alright. Come in, I'll get you the food. What's your name by the way?" Knox asked, his voice melodious and pleasing to the ears.
"I'm Ryan. My sister is Tina. I live with my parents. I'm in middle school. My cousin, Adrian , recently moved into a flat near us, and he's a figure skater. He won gold in the Olympics in 2014, and won the Grand Prix Final four times in a row, and broke at least 12 world records in skating, and he's my role model. Don't get me wrong, I mean, my sister is a pretty good role model as well. She is in the Decathlon Team and is in debate, and had perfect grades, and I want to be just like them," Ryan babbled away.
"You talk a lot don't you," Knox said, as he had the pastries in a white bag labeled LJ.
"Oh! Sorry. I gotta go, but maybe I'll see you later!" Ryan yelled as he dashed off. Knox chuckled and closed the door before locking up and going to his loft upstairs.
Knox fell into his bed and let the memories of the past fill his brain, something he had been trying his hardest to block out all the time. Pictures of families and parts of conversations filled his head, a snapped piece of wood, sanding in the rain, watching as two people he considered the most important people in the world forget about him. A cry of anguish ripped from his throat. He screamed into his pillow before collapsing with tears, his face wet and his body curled up into a fetal position. Nights like this usually don't happen. Most of the time he would stare at the wall and tremble, finally sleeping from exhaustion. But sometimes, it all comes pouring out. These were one of those times. It was one in the morning when Knox finally fell asleep, his face streaked with tears and his mind filled flashes of green light.