Post by Damon O'Leary on Sept 26, 2012 22:34:42 GMT -5
Inside the cafe, a soft looking boy sat at a table alone, with light blonde hair and an expressionless face. This was for the best. If the boy wore any part of his true self on the outside, he would be hideous, so he settled for expressionless.[/color]
Damon was his name. It meant " Of The People," in Polish, though he had never in his life felt as if he was "of," anyone. In fact, for half of his life, he thought he was destined to be less than other people for his whole life. His father was responsible for that. The thought of his father made Damon shudder, so he stared hard at the book he was holding, and tried to take his mind off of the memory. He had enough practice at refocusing his mind, that it worked without much difficulty. Before long, Damon was submerged back into a world not his own. A world far away from his unmentionable past.
