No one knows him. He's new to the small town and doesn't talk to anyone there. Most people don't even know that he's new.

One day Breyson was walking around the woods with his black headphones on. He stops in his tracks as he sees someone dancing through the trees. Like a graceful drop of rain. They move around the trees like a work of art. His lips curl into a small smile.

'Whoa.' He thought. 'They are so grateful.' He watches them dance like an angel.