On that dim moonlit night, he stood at the top of that hill with his pale blue eyes that resembled the moon. I was left speechless. I had to remind myself to breathe. He was just so picturesque. "Umm.." the strange boy said with a concerned look on his face. Anyone would be concerned if a person wrapped in bandages stared intensely at them. I couldn't blame him. "Hello? Miss?" He said once more, slowly inching closer to me until he was so close to my face I could've counted every stand of his eyelashes. They were so long. 'Is this really a boy?' I questioned as I examined him further. "Excuse me miss?" The boy was starting to get worried. I had to respond, but it'd been so long since I talked to anyone other than my parents (and I rarely talked to them). But I had to respond. I needed to. For one reason or the other, I just wanted to talk to this strange girly-looking boy with pale blue eyes that mimicked the moonlight. "H-h...Are you really a boy?" F***, I thought. I try to communicate and rather than an introduction, I question their gender. Why can't I just do one f***ing thing correct. But in wallowing, I heard laughter. I looked up and saw this strange girly boy laughing. I couldn't help screwing up my face. I heard his voice and still asked about his gender. I'm pretty sure most normal people would get turned off by that. After a few minutes of this boy's strange laughing fit, he finally composed himself enough to continue our conversation. "Haha...Yes," the boy said, wiping tears from his eyes, "Yes, I was born a male and I don't plan to change that." He finally stopped laughing at my blunder, and he introduced himself, "The name's Luis, but friends call me Lui. It's a pleasure to meet you..." He paused, waiting for me to introduce myself to him. "Ashley, I guess," I apathetically introduced myself to this weird boy named Luis. He looked at me with his pale blue eyes and gifted me a warm-hearted smile, "Hello Ashley, it's a pleasure to meet you. We're going to be the bestest of friends. I just know it." I didn't want friends. I never craved any kind of human relationship, but for some reason, I find myself drawing towards Luis. "I don't know about best friends, but I wouldn't mind talking to you," I said. He merely responded with another smile that said 'That's fantastic.'
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17-year-old Ashley Collins. Gave up on seeing the joy in living, thus rendering her unable to see colours. She leads a mundane and pessimistic lifestyle until a pale blue-eyed boy enters her life, disrupting her way of living.
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