Charles Lee

1. The start

Where should I start? When I was born? Where? No... that all seems so... irrelevant now. None of the matters.

My story really starts when... when I met West, cheesy as it sounds.

I was in the park, running around to impress my mother, as all boys do. Then this- this girl, she threw a bucket full of sand at me. At first, I was angry, I began to throw a fit. I've always been easy to set off... even before...

But anyways, I caught a reproachful glance from my mother, and so I regained control of my small, shaking hands, and I sat down with the girl. I learned her name.

I learned that she was amazing.

She was, and is, an enticing, beautiful girl. From day one, she has demanded my attention without even needing to ask for it. I didn't realize it then, but West would become my most amazing treasure, and my greatest pain.

I'm sitting in that park now, scribbling this down. My gaze is continuously drawn to the sand box. It's old now, old as I am. Much of the sand has been blown away, and remains unreplaced. But it's peaceful. I can still feel the sand between my fingers, and itching my scalp when West tossed it on me.

The breeze carries more memories into the wind and the trees surrounding the park catches them, tossing it back to the ground.

We spent so many days in this park as children. So many lifetimes lived in a day.

But then... then it happened.