Prologue
Kyle's POV
It's really hard for me to not cry right now.
On this cold, bitter January morning where I was losing my best friend and I couldn't do anything to stop it. Believe me, I could kick and scream and beat some sense into him until he was black and blue, but what use would that be?
I can see the hurt in his eyes, as he walks over to me to say our goodbyes. If this was a normal day, I'd still be sleeping, but I haven't slept at all. I wasn't even supposed to come and see him leave, but I felt like I had to. I look terrible, petrified and miserable. My eyes are still unashamedly swollen from the tears I had cried hours ago. S
Current Residence: Wouldn't you like to know? Favourite genre of music: Jazz Favourite style of art: Photography :) MP3 player of choice: Lyra Wallpaper of choice: *shrugs* Favourite cartoon character: too many to say XD Personal Quote: For me it's a glance, and a smile on your face. The touch of your hands, an honest embrace.
Favourite Movies
Cars, and Footlose :)
Favourite Writers
E.A.Poe
Favourite Games
Zelda and Mario
Tools of the Trade
Pencils, colored pencils, and my mind!
Other Interests
Colorguard, Singing, Dancing, taking pictures, editing pictures, and being with my friends