Foreword:
Across a street.Across throngs of people, cars rushing past, it would have been so easy to just pass each other by. Just to pass by what was meant to be, what was written since the beginning of time. Two boys, no older then ten years. One boy, his face still red and stinging from a slap he hasn't deserved, who would later bare the marks of years of abuse, who would later cry until his tears ran dry. And the other boy, dressed in rags,skinny, pale. A boy who had been abandoned, and had only used his wits to survive.Who knew of nothing but himself. Who relied on no one. Who had not yet truly realized his worth as a human being. Their eyes met, and a fire was born. For a single second, nothing existed but each other. But then one boy was dragged off, a train blew it's whistle; and the clock chimed three.Over years, the fire that was so magnificently lit was cooled to coals.But they will meet again, those who are truly meant to be, and the fire will rise agqin.
This is their story.
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