The Light Behind His Eyes

I’ve always wanted to go back to my hometown and open up a bookstore. Pretty lame, I know. I mean, usually you’d hear from a 17 year old, “ I wanna be a doctor” or “I wanna be a firefighter” or even, “I want to be in the army”. You don’t hear my dream too often. It’s true, though. I love comics, magazines-basically reading. I’m the kind of teenager that would sit at home with a nice cup of coffee, and reading a random magazine I picked from the coffee table. Usually, I would sing. Thoughts even occurred about forming a band-but what are the chances of a dropout high schooler who dreams of making a living with his voice, succeeding?
Anyway, my name is Gerard Arthur Way. And this is a story about how I met the most interesting, funny broken, man I have ever met. And was happy to meet. I was 17 when I drove back to my hometown. I had just moved out when I was 15 with my mother. I came back as soon as I got my license. I was going to enroll in my old high school, and was going to take over my uncle's bookstore-coincidence, huh? He was kind of enough to pass it down to me when he thought he was too old. He retired and said, "You wanna live your dream, kiddo? Go on. Live it." And that was that. I was given the keys. It's good business. I can make money out of it, just enough to get an apartment close by.
I drove slowly down the empty road, looking out for my bookstore-that's when he caught my eye. He was wearing a dark thin sweater which I thought was crazy because it was freezing outside. He looked up at me as I drove by slowly. His eyes sparked-which was odd because there was no sun or a hint of light. I don't know what grabbed my attention. Maybe it was his dark appearance, or maybe his bright eyes.
"HEY."
My foot slammed against the brake-I panted, feeling my heart pounding inside my chest. there was another teenager. He had a burrito in his hand and smacked his hands against the hood of my car, "Watch where you're going!" He screamed before running a few buildings down across the street from-my bookstore.
I gave a quick glance to the mystery man who caught my attention in the first place-he was gone. I shrugged it off and drove my car toward my future business.

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