And That's All She Wrote {Day 4}

He was always a strange boy. No one really understood him. And perhaps that was because no one really cared to understand him. He had always been different. While everyone else his age ran off to a festival or get-together, he stayed, alone, and wrote about dragons.

He knew quite a lot about dragons. He owned one. Except, nobody really knew that he owned one. It was a secret, as was the rest of his life. He didn't like to be bothered so no one bothered him. He spent his time with his dragon, writing, and since he didn't seem to want attention, no one gave it to him. But maybe that was the problem.

He didn't like to be alone. He never told anybody, but inside he longed for just one true friend. No one knew, so no one did anything. They just let him be, because they assumed that was what he wanted. But nothing could have been farther from the truth.

He disappeared, one year ago yesterday. No one knew where he went, or why. Some say he was taken by thieves in the night. Others say that he grew wings and left because he wanted to. No one really understands why. And perhaps that is because no one really cares to understand why. He will forever remain a mystery. No one will ever know.