Dried Blood, Yearning and Empty Trust.

A male teenager was walking along the pavement path, his footsteps echoing the rough path of cement. His hands hung in his hoodie's pocket, his brown hair and brown eyes slightly glistening in the warm, embracing sunlight. He felt like everything was going his way.. until his left foot accidentally kicked a item that was left on the ground. He looked down to see a magnificent, yet beautiful crown.