He was beautiful. He was beautiful in the silence.
You could see the intelligence in his eyes, his fluffy hair, you could see it in his clenched jaw and his folded arms. You could see it in the way he simply listened and understood.
He was an intelligent boy.
Everyone who saw him wanted to ask him questions and delve into his mind.
Those who knew him thought he was funny and shy.
But although he was pleasing to look at - he was merely a boy.
