Being a hopeless romantic wasn't as easy as the name implied,seconds; no scratch that,minutes or even hours were spent picturing what could be best described as a Bollywood series. Mark wasn't the best when it came to relationships,but how he'd watched all his peers fall in love and even cried more than the couples on the weddings he'd been to. He had always known he's been different,maybe it was his blue eyes that shone brightly like an early afternoon sun on the calm blue sea or the curly streak of pure white hair that stood confidently on the left part of his raven black hair.
Being black skinned and blue eyed, Mark had always managed to grasp the attention of both genders willing to throw themselves at his feet for a night of pleasure,but maybe;just maybe,call it ego or whatnot; he believed he had a type. He had met countless of people who where willing to spend the rest of their life and beyond with him but on the first meeting the attraction just vanished. Mark had always thought that his ribs were a little tainted pink or purple or blue or a variety of all making a rainbow who knows, because amidst his good looks and great personality ha had failed to score himself a goal when it came to the world of love. His missing rib had to be the other part of a rainbow if there was any like him.
Mark had just returned from a stroll with Xola; Xola wasn't the usual dog everyone knew, he was timid and shy probably because of the trauma of his past.
Mark had been taking a walk two weeks ago.
"oh how he loved walks" he thought to himself while sipping from an almost empty cup of avocado smoothie as he walked passed a dark alley full of stinky trash
"what's up with the refuse company or they wanna pretend such alley doesn't exist" he asked rhetorically, kicking an empty cola can towards a full bin spilling out it's content to the floor, then he heard a little growl from the bin. His first instinct was to run as fast as his black legs could carry,but for some reason he felt a sudden burst of connection to the being behind the bin. He picked up an iron rod that laid on the walls of the alley subconsciously "I mean if it was a space alien like in movies I might need protection,even if this wouldn't help,it would strike a good blow" he thought to himself while inspecting the rod and slowly advancing towards the bin "who Ttt there.....show urself...and uhhhhhmm uhmmmn be nice uhhhmnn whi... while doing it,I'm not vgonna hurt you;we...well unless you make me" he stuttered in a show of quivering bravado. Using the edge of the rod he pushed the bin aside, spilling more of its content to the floor. Behind the can laid a badly wounded white furred blue eyed husky feasting on a half eaten stale bread,and for a minute he froze,maybe it was because of the strength of the beautiful pair of eyes that had poked up to see who had distracted it's delicious dinner or out of fear,but he did know for sure he wasn't letting this dog stay, hence his new roomie.
Stepping on the porch, Mark unlocked the door an walked in with Xola after the tiring walk. Bolting the door behind him, oblivious to the dark clouds forming above and the pair of dark looking eyes that has been trailing from a distance in the shadows.