Ch. 1 My life (1/1)

It was my 17th birthday, the day I met him. Those eyes that captivated me, that smile that burned my heart, and  his kindness that made me pity mine. Yet in those eyes of his, it showed sorrow, and pain. Was he the same as me? No, he isn’t. His presence is to pure to be tainted, to be tainted like mine. My best friend happened to pass by me. I stopped him, and asked him.