Everyone says eyes are the window to the soul, but when I look into his perfect blue eyes something blank, almost emotionless stares back at me. His soft hands reach out for the warmth of mine as we sat on our large picnic rug. We were in the same empty park as always, located just outside the city. Ryan knew I loved watching the sun set on these long, hot summer days. They helped us feel connected, like the whole world wasn't against us.
I've known Ryan what feels like my whole life. I met him in kindergarten and haven't been able to get rid of him since. He practically lives at my house and everyone else thinks he's odd and machinelike. Although I will admit he wasn't my first choice of friend to begin with he has somehow grown into my best and only friend. Ryan is a plain guy who doesn't have much to say but is always there to listen. His blonde hair and blue eyes almost manage to distract me from the fact that he's protective. He is my shadow who watches me like a hawk, like I'm his only reason for existing.
