Charli

All my life, I've been alone.

No friends, no siblings, and no parents that cared enough to keep me for more than a day.

I was left as a newborn behind a cold gravestone in the Callingbird Church Cemetery. Deserted and apart, I lay there, crying in the snow, my breath leaving tiny puffs in the frosty air. 

How I know all this?

Well, I don't. Not really.

It's how I imagine it though.

As I grew older, I never even bothered trying to find my parents. They wouldn't want me anyway. So I stayed, alone in the cemetery, surrounded by the ghosts of past people. I often wondered why I hadn't joined them sooner. Why I hadn't frozen to death the day my parents left me. Why I hadn't starved.

The answer to that is entwined with a boy with messy brown hair and the deepest eyes I've ever seen. 

His name is Zayden.

Author's Note

A very short piece. But more is coming. What do you think? Be honest, please.