Third person point of view
Three Months Ago
He watched them from the roof top. Walking the streets of London without a care in the world. It was so painfully obvious they were in love. The rest of the world was too blind to see. Unfortunately for him he had to look at them nearly every single day.
He watched the boy with the platinum blonde hair that flowed perfectly as a light breeze graced them. He did not understand how one could look so perfect. The boys skin was starkly pale and littered with tattoos on his arms and chest. It was visible through the white tank top he wore and black jeans. He wondered why the Russian boy was with Edward Coleman to begin with. They were from different worlds.
