aaron was known as the odd one out. Nothing really stood out about him, he never really had to courage to speak to anyone not even his caretakers. Aaron would always be outside in the dark. Mainly past midnight, but no one ever found out the reason. He would always go to the same spot with his motionless face, it was like he had no thoughts, ever.

until one night aaron was in his particular spot, as usual. Just staring out infront of him until someone calls out to him. Aaron would turn his head towards this mysterious person. To see a small figure who looked identical to himself looking at him, the child seemed to be wearing victorian clothes.

"Hello daddy!" spoke the little figure, with a high pitched voice. Aaron wasn't very interested in the small figure at the moment so he would turn his head away

"hello...? Daddy....come home..." * the small figure spoke out to aaron again. Causing aaron to turn his head back towards the child..*

but the child was nowhere to be seen...

Aaron sighed, he knew who the child was. To be identical to him, it was his own child...waiting for him to 'come home..' back to the eternal resting place.....

the child appeared again infront of him and grabbed his hand, impatiently waiting for aaron to come with them... "come on daddy, lets go home...."

after all they were both dead... and the place aaron would always go to at midnight, the same exact time and the exact place was the spot they were both murdered....murdered for being different... they died together and are now resting together...oh they just want to go home...