Half the moon

"Will be back in a week, remember, if you need anything go to Ms. Alunder next door, but that's it. And don't go wondering next door, the guy there doesn't seem like the type of person to get involved with. Understand?" Those were the last things my parents told me before they left on their trip which they never returned from. Their plane crashed, on the way home. I was only 15 at the time. Now I was 18, living with my 23 year old sister, and was more curious about the boy next door than I had ever been. The boy next door was like the moon, always half of him was hidden away from the rest of the world, and even though I didn't know his name, something made me want to know his story.