C14 14. Beautiful souls

“Um… Okay, an alien? Am I getting any close?” We were walking; a smile pulled the corners of his lips. He laughed.

“No, April, I’m no alien…” He chortled, the light of the setting sun made his black hair glisten. “What are you? Why won’t you tell me?” I whined, my voice pleading.

“Because I don’t have to. You’ll figure it out…” he replied and squeezed my hand in his