— Retrospective. Before becoming the renowned psychologist that he is, Charles was once an idiotic but incredibly smart teenager.

His problem was perhaps that he thought he was superior to others because he wasn't 'enchanted by the silly things of the earth' (he just wasn't happy). Or the fact that everyone wanted to be his friend, but he only wanted to have Oscar Lewis (another boy who thought he was superior, but he allowed himself to be happy and have friends) as a friend.

Living with his parents was a different story. They were famous for who knows what, they had no time for Charles (their smart, cute little boy), so he stayed stuck in this city.

However, any sense of self-preservation, superiority, and self-worth fell through his fingers when he met you: and honestly, maybe Oscar's too. He liked to think of you as a walking hypnosis. It's just that your eyes were too much for the 16-year-old boy he is.

And even though you were both the same age, you were cruel. Oh, he knew. You could be the Antichrist. But an antichrist with a charming smile.

“Why did you do that?" Caules asked, after a few steps reaching you through the parking lot of that party. He didn't even like parties, he was there just for you. You beat up a boy (yes, a boy) just because he talked to Charles. Charles thinks he would die if any boy talked to you.

His throat was tightening, wow, your first fight ever.