Chapter 1
He found me in an abandoned house he was moving into, I wasn't in very good condition.
Every day that he's here, I sit in his room and admire him.
I don't think he minds.
At least I hope.
He puts me in wonderful outfits, I hope he finds me pretty.
I want him to tell me I look aspretty as a doll.
He calls me Leonel! his name is Kylan, and he told me his age is 21.
I feel something which may be happiness when he calls me Leo.
I like to sing to him- I hope he likes my voice.
Kylan is so charming.
He wears suits almost every day, the exquisite tailcoats and chains he wears make him look undoubtedly attractive.
I really want to tell Kylan how much I like him.
I yearn to shower him with affection.
I don't know if he likes me, but I hope he does.
Recently he hasn't been wanting me to sing.
I started singing and he told me to be quiet.
I so badly want to sing about my love for him.
He hasn't been looking at me as much, but I don't know what to do about it- I can't do anything about it.
Today I smiled at him.
Why did he look so surprised?
I didn't mean to scare him.
I hope I didn't scare him...
He told me I can't stay in his room any longer.
I'm beginning to feel quite lonely.
I want to see his face again, to sing to him again.
What if he hated my voice?
It's been a month since I saw Kylan.
I stopped hearing him, I saw less things in the house.
Did he go somewhere?
I've stopped singing since I haven't seen Kylan in what might be years, but I can't tell.
Everything is becoming dusty, the outside of the house must look like a wreck.
I never got to tell Kylan I loved him.
He left me here, I wonder if he cared about me.
I wonder if he'll ever come back.
I wonder how old Kylan is now..
If he's living a good life, if he's found someone he loves.
I wish I was able to show my love for him.
Although, I still don't know why he was scared of me.
I wish I wasn't a doll.
On one particular day, I felt very alone.
I really wanted to see Kylan, I missed when he talked to me.
On this day, I felt my legs move, and soon my arms.
I got up and began walking, despite feeling as wobbly as the rotting wood of the house I resided in. I could breathe, feel, and do things that wasn't just singing.
This felt so strange, so different, but amazing.
Immediately I thought of the one thing I always wanted to do; see Kylan again.
Even if he left me, I still loved him.
With careful steps I exited the decaying house, slightly afraid of what was to come as my "life" started in the house and never went beyond it.
I couldn't fathom the realization that I was now in the real world- it was almost overwhelming.
My eyes laid upon a beautiful yard filled with wildflowers, overgrown grass, and vines growing up the sides of the aging building.
The grass was so overgrown, I almost didn't notice something sticking out from it.
I walked up to it, and realized it was a tombstone.
I knew what a tombstone was, it's a signal that a person is lying deceased beneath the grass.
Kylan Torres,1840-1890
I didn't know what year it was, but I do know he lived for many years after he put me away.
For as much as I know, it may have been years since he passed.
I stayed down there for so long...
I didn't get to see him for so many years until he left the world.
Did he care about me?
Did he actually want me to sing, or was I just trying to get his attention?
Did Kylan even think I was singing for him?
I am finally able to show Kylan that I love him, but now he's gone...
All because I am a doll.
It was my free period and I was walking to my favorite spot; the dance room in the wing of the school that isn't being used anymore.
It was peaceful, and the old looks of the classrooms gave a cool vibe.
As i was walking through the halls i grazed my hands against the colorful lockers, i liked them much better than the new, boring grey ones.
I was pretty close to the studio when I heard sniffles and occasional sobs.
It was strange for many people to be in this area, so hearing someone upset in such a secluded area is not a good sign.
I turned the corner of where I heard the sounds and saw a boy crouching with his arms wrapped around his legs and head resting on his knees.
I wasn't going to leave him alone, so I approached him slowly.
"Hey.. what's wrong?
If you want to tell me", I felt like it would be stupid if i asked "are you alright".
He flinched and I felt bad for startling him, and lowered his head more.
I decided to ditch the idea of going to the dance studio to comfort this boy.
After a little while, he muttered,"They hurt me because I'm different..." I felt my heart break even though I didn't know what he was talking about.
"W-what?
Who?", he only shook his head, not wanting to let me know who hurt him.
"Did you get injured?
Can I check your face?
Should we go to the nurse?", he shook his head but lifted his face, covering his eyes with his arms to wipe tears.
"They're all scared of me...", the boy sobbed, voice breaking.
I realized who this is,Otto Vega.A junior, he's in my dance class.
He come to the school only a week ago, and he's already suffering.
From what I could see, he had a bruise on his cheekbone and was bleeding from his lip.
"Otto?", I asked to make sure it was him.
He quickly covered his face and got up to leave.
I stopped him by grabbing onto his wrist, making me see his face.
I didn't only see a black eye and shining tear stains, but I also noticedhis eyes.
Otto's eyes, crimson red with a pupil similar to a cat's slit pupil.
I stopped and stared, making Otto look visibly uncomfortable.How beautiful."Wow", was all I could breathe out.
"See?
Everyone runs away from me when they see me.
Aren't you thinking I'm going to kill you?", Otto sounded so broken.
I slowly shook my head and smiled, the warmest smile I could give.
"Otto,I'm like you.", Otto had to take a double take.
"Are those fangs?",Otto thought and felt like crying again, but now it would be happy and relieved tears.
"You won't need to feel scared anymore, I'm right here.
You're different, but I am too.
There are plenty more people here hiding who they are, you're so brave for showing it.", I assured Otto, who was still staring at me with a face of surprise."And I'll give a lesson to whoever hurt you."
With a bit of hesitation, Otto slammed his face into my chest with arms grasping around me.
I didn't care that he sobbed all over my favorite sweatshirt.
When he calmed down, I lightly grasped his hand ,"Now tell me who hurt you, and come watch me beat their asses."
Otto smiled and nodded and I just wanted to hold that precious kid in my arms.
He didn't deserve that all for not being totally human.
"Uhm, thank you..
Neo right?", I nodded and Otto looked proud of himself.
"No problem."
I've never been so happy to meet someone like me.
「Kylan-Leonel」［］The sun was shining, the light of it illuminating through the dusty windows of the small shack Leonel works in. He was busy gardening outside, tending to the baskets of flowers sitting by the door, letting a pleasant smell linger around.
Leonel loved his workplace and job; the apothecary of the village.
It was a mini place with overgrown vines, made out of wood and brick, and a sign with carved out letters.
He lived for helping people's illnesses and problems by making potions.
Leonel is a fairy, living in a small village in the forest.
He would accept any type of customer that came his way, no matter what creature they were- he was just that type of sweet boy.
"Leonel!", a loud voice boomed through the hut and startled Leonel as he was mixing a concoction.
"Otto!", Leonel cheered and went to hug his best friend.
He also went to pet Otto's squirrel that was perched on Otto's shoulder, since he could talk to animals.
"What's my favorite friend working on?", Otto asked with curiosity.
Leonel said excitedly,"A love potion!" Said potion was pink with white sparkles and filled with secret ingredients, and it smelt strongly like strawberries.
"So Otto, why'd you come by?" Otto looked like he was in contemplation from that question.
"Oh I almost forgot!
Kylan has a bit of a cold, so I wanted to see if you could fix something up."
"Oh no, I hope it's not to bad!
But of course I have something for him, I would never want my Kylan to be sick", Leonel frowned as he started to find something for Kylan.
Leonel would never admit, but he had a bit of a crush on his elf friend.