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The Boy

It was dark...he walked his small bare feet, cut, dirty, holding his arms. Shaking, his feet dragging across the cold stone path. Walking past the bar chart of houses the washing lines like old pieces of history telling stories of the time before he was around. The streets of London were old with tales...that's why he loves this city. Making his way to the town centre the only thing that had made its self-present is the stary dog scamming for its next meal. He sits. Leaned against the broken down water fountain, no longer do it pour the cool coins of joys that saved you when the sun let its rays go through you. He sat, looking up, counting the diamonds that the god placed in the sky for wishes. He sighs.

The pearl sat in the sky, shining its silver rays on his face. Somehow they were keeping him warm. His dull blue eyes slowly closing, with the strands of wheat-gold hair hiding them.

Falling asleep. 

He lays in a ball and for many days and many nights he goes unnoticed as for he's the boy. The boy of London, that had passed in a house fire two years ago.  

~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~ Hi everyone, first story in a while thank you for reading and I hope you like. Good night, have a good day or afternoon to all :) :P :3