No one compared to the green eyes, curly hair, or the overall demonic beauty that stood before me. He was too beautiful to be alive, which made sense because he wasn't, that made him my weakness because only I could see him.
My name is Will Charred. I didn't ask to be the pathetic loser no one even knows, with my permanent black eye and the uncontrollable tufts of fur people call hair. I want to tell you about how my pathetically lonely existence was lit up by a ray of sunlight and got completely turned upside-down. Nope. Too poetic. I made myself gag. Moving on!