I cried slightly and looked up. Many people were looking at me, but then turned away. It was then I saw him... an older child, a teen I think... he walke over to me, "...Come with me... I can help you... you don't look well..."
I hesitated. But he then reached out his soft hand and layed it upon my cheek. I leaned into it and closed my eyes. He then took my hand with his other hand, and helped me up.
"...What's your name?" He asks in a gentle voice.. but I don't respond. He smiles, "...Alright then... let's just go." He continues to smile kindly, and I look back into the crowd.
They were calling out to me... my family... but I went with the stranger...
It was the last time that I ever saw them...
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Two of a kind
RandomA 15 year old, with silver hair, and shining blue eyes. He stands 5'10 with somewhat of a build. He is lead by a 6'2 black haired 19 year old.. with blood red eyes, that bear nothing but sin.
