Harry. He's new. A small town and school like this notices him from a mile away. But why is he so different and self-reserved? His eyes turn darker than usual at times, reflexes incredulously fast, and sometimes it intrigues me. But what's this boy's deal? He seems to be hiding something...
I stepped towards him, the Mate that was to be mine for all eternity. But before I could leap into his arms, he put his hands up, as if to tell me not to do what was an instinct. I held myself back, it confused me that he wasn't standing in front of me with open arms, and he was closed off. Before I could truly grasp...