You were walking in the middle of the night while it was raining like crazy and the wind blowing making your bones tremble. The autumn has begun and so would be the year on tge prestigious academy you won a scholarship to.

As you cross the graveyard near your house you suddenly freeze seeing a boy standing alone in front of a grave all wet from the rain. He had blonde hair and pale skin, he was wearing all black. You recognized him and you knew why he was there too. You follow his eyes and your heart sink. As you approach him you see tears in his icy blue eyes as he stood there, staring at the freshly dug grave and the tombstone with her name.

⚘Michelle Monroe⚘ It was his mother's grave.

Monore, that surname sticked like a sore thumb. You knew his family name as it was a very powerful one.

The boy was dressed in all black, the rain drenched him but he didn't seem to mind as he stared at his mother's grave, seemingly oblivious to your presence.

He was your enemy but at that moment you could just look at how lost he was without his mother.