The little boy watched from his position under the tree, watching as the bright girl swung back and forth on the swings laughing happily with her friends. She was bright, brighter than anyone and he couldn't look away. Her long silver hair flew behind her as she swung on the swings, and her bright blue eyes alit with mirth. The boy sighed, bringing his knees up to his chest and wrapping his arms around his legs. He finally looked away from the bright girl, burying his head in his knees. He just wanted to leave, leave this place with everything so bright. He didn't like being around all these bright people, or as his father calls them, the light affinities. He didn't really understand that, but he did know they were different. She was a bright light and he was dark.
"Don't be sad," a voice said. The boy looked up, startled to see the bright girl there standing in front of him.
"I'm not sad," he mumbled.
"You look sad, so I decided to come keep you company." She said happi