Troubled h.s

Prologue

I sat silently on a park bench, smoking a cigarette. I slowly listen to the birds chirping away carelessly in the cool air.

I never understood the concept of life, when there's so much pain, and heartache. But of course that's not everybody's life; some people just have it so easy, it's not even fair.

The sound of leaves crumbling startled me, quickly I turned around to see a stunning young man with long curly brown hair, and tattoos all over his arms.

"Hi, I'm Harry." He smirked.