I guess my name is Light Eyes. That's what people call me, that's what I turn around to, and that's all I've ever been called. I'm sure I had a name, before the Incident, but it's faded along with my memories.
He's my ex but no one knows except me and him. Our parents are basically best friends since high school and guess what we are also neighbors. He has a twin which is also my best friend and my little brothers look up to him and sees him as their older brother. One insisting grandma, lots of blind dates, and one confession change our set-up all over again.