He was everything I wanted to be. He had bright red hair and even brighter personaility, causing the even coldest exteriors to break under his sunshine smile. He was genuine in all aspects and possessed the innocence of a child. Though people would often make fun of the the sunshine boy they seemed to be attracted to him as if he was a lamp and everyone around him was a moth.

I, on the other hand, was completely his oppisite. I had pale skin that looked ghostly and dull while standing next to the boy. My hair was jet black relative to his firey red. I was quiet and only talked when nessecary while he had sound effects for using the vending machine. I was drawn to him like every other moth in this school. It was pathetic.

But he tried to assure me that although I felt like just another one of the insects crawling after him that he loved me. How could someone so bright love someone as dull as me? How could he stand the constant homophobic slurs that were thrown at him yet keep the sunshine smile painted on his face? How could we still hold me when he was hurting himself?

I always thought of myself as a stone cold person until he came along. For I always thought ice was powerful.

Yet, fire always melts ice.

I watched as the pastel hues of the sky leaked through the cotton candy colored clouds that decorated the atmosphere around me. The sun, holding onto it’s last goodbyes as it slowly begins to disappear around the blue mountain top; only to leave me alone with the quietness of the evening and the soft purrs that emitted from my calico cat everytime I scratched behind her ears. The warm breeze ran it’s fingers through my hair sending goosebumps down my spine and around my arms. I smiled brightly at the blissful feeling that seemed to fill me up whole whenever I did such simple things like watching the sunset.

I felt the grass poke at my legs ever so subtly before feeling my cat force herself even closer to the pleasant warmth that naturally radiated off of me before closing her emerald eyes. My hair once in a tight ponytail was now flowing free and hitting my pale shoulders that also held the straps of my black tank top. The moon was still low in the sky waiting for it’s cue to rise up and grace the night with it’s light and unique beauty.

The grasshoppers had started singing. First, at a low hum before raising their volume to sound like a grand orchestra. It was almost as if strings being plucked all around me were whisking me off to sleep with a calming and soothing lullaby. I leaned back slowly making sure I didn’t hit my head on anything before finding a comfortable position on my back, cradling the purring calico cat in my arms. I hadn’t had anyone but my mother sing me to sleep but as tranquility filled my being I couldn’t help but close my eyes and doze off; soft snores leaving my cherry lips.