Matthew was a man of few words,he was never really noticed by others, this caused him to live in a dark house at the edge of the Park, after a while people forgot about his existence and thought the house was abandoned.
He would gaze out his windows watching the children laugh and play, he remebered doing the same when he was young, with his brother Alfred, unfortunately even his own brother forget him.
Matthew turned to the windows again noticing two boys and a girl at the fence to his dark home.
He studied their movements.
"come on are you a pussy?" a young boy just older than you asks, thus boy was a friend of yours, Sadiq he doesn't really know the meaning of 'kind'.
The other boy was quiet, only spoke when needed his name is heracules.
"hey.. be nice" heracules says slowly.
young (name) was hesitant, she was better if she could go in this house she could hang out with the popular girls, she was a lonely girl, not many friends, that was her wish to be known by everyone, but all she could do was dream.
she opened the rusted gate and walked in, the two boys stood at the entrance.
"We will wait here" heracules nods.
she walks further into the garden.
The grass was brown and dry, dead flowers crunched under her shoes.
she continued through.
she was now in the middle of the garden, it would be beautiful if it were alive.
Matthew still sat at the windows watching the girl travel to his home.
He knew she was probably forced to go, after all no normal person would walk into a deserted house in their own will.
He saw the girl stop and take in her surroundings.
she was a short one, (hair lenght) (colour) hair swished through the spring sir.
and her (colour) eyes scanned everything.
she sighed and walked forward, she reached the large dark grey door.
she felt that opening it would be rude, she felt someone lived here, which was probably a stupid thought but somthing told her to knock.
she lifted her hand up to a little knocker that was probably a nice shiny silver but rusted during the years.
She used it to tap the door a few times.
to her shock the door opened, to a man quite young, with wavy blond hair and a strange curl popping out.
bright lonely Voilet eyes.
she gazed into hid eyes and mustered up a small 'hi'.
"hello little girl what are you doing here, eh?" he asks, she smiles softly.
"to be honest, I have no idea why" she giggles.
He chuckles.
"so mister, why do you live here?" She asks.
"people forgot me, so I live here.. alone" he sighs.
she looks up sorrowful.
"so you have no friends?" She asks.
He nods sadly.
"I don't have alot of friends either" she sighs too.
"Would you like to come in for pancakes and maple syrup?" he asks the young one.
she nods happily.
The two sat eating the treat, with extra syrup.
"so mister what's your name? mines is (name)"
"that's a nice name (name), I'm Matthew" he smiles at the girl.
She nods.
After the little treat she promised him before she left, that she will visit him every day.
and she did so..
