23 Years have passed passed, soon there will be none. So let me now write this story of a man you will never know, the man you will never see and the man you will never feel. Even after you shook his hand, even then all you will ever know is his name and that look in his eyes you could never describe.
Born April 14 1985 Sunday 20:08PM... They day his immortality was taken from him. "Carved in the bosom of God and born into Hell". But this notion would in turn be nothing more than a fallacy. As fate would have it he was a perfectly healthy baby boy. Born with a full head of hair... the first sound he made was that of laughter. Though you may not believe it he remembers that day... He remembers opening his eyes for the first time covered in a light blue towel. One eye at a time. First the left then the right, squinting at first glimpse. There she was, her eyes big like his and a smile just as wide. In her arms they laid him down. Surprised she was at the sight of him and him at hers, a sense of endearment to the heart of it all. She would be his Akilies. And from that moment his love for her would set in motion the events that lead to his self betrayal and ever lasting demise.
His next memory vivid and crystal clear was six months from that day... Sounds of footsteps and and cars on dusty roads... A dry wind that fills the air and her heavy breathing as she holds him to her chest rapped tightly in a blanket and into her denim jacket. Briskly for one moment the wind cuts through his wool defenses and the sounds around him pitch higher. His little beating heart set in wonder and captivated by the surrounding elements. Why suddenly was there sunlight, he questions himself, only to discover that she had slightly moved the comfort and his tiny self. Now exposed to Autumn and sulphur air his little body stretches. She had moved him closer to her ear to check his breathing as he made no sound, relieved she was to find that he still smiled at her confusedly. For he never cried and she often wondered if his calm restful state was that of eternal peace and slumber. Back into the covers then with she whispers to him while slowly covering his face with softness and a slight tickle. And as the comfort rushed over him he stared at her till naught but her heart beat was felt again tucked away closed in her bosom and denim jacket...
End of part 1
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