Downstream

Once upon a time, a long time ago, I was your age. I was walking along the beach all on my own watching the moonlight reflect off of the water as it cascaded against the shore. A tribe of children with multi-coloured hair and firelight dancing on the metal in their faces and against their chains and their studs danced and touched one another and sucked pain from bottles strewn about the sand. A single girl one of their number stood alone looking over the water, her eyes an indescribable mixture of sadness and animalistic defense. She turned at my approach and our eyes met. That look is something I'll never forget. Even in the darkness, her eyes shone a colour of bright jade, and I earned the smallest of confused smiles from the corners of her lips.
Always hold your first love dear.