It started with a glance.
The first day of college. New halls, new faces and new world for a girl like me. All my life I’ve been sheltered cause I’m not like my siblings. I’m considered a weakling, not that they’ll ever call me, but I know it. Ever since I was born, my parents see me as a soft hearted girl, just like my mother, like I’ve a knack for humanity which my brother and sister doesn’t have. Not even my fathers.
I am soft where my family is hard. I have heart where they have instincts. A conscience where they have certainty. They were born to burn everything in ashes, while I was born to collect the dust, to feel.
And that is my greatest weakness.
At least that’s what I thought when I saw him for the first time. He was a man and not some boy fumbling through the years. He stood
