● Third Person ●
"Hey, Emmy! Look," a young boy came running, heading to where 8 year old Emmett was laying. He looked up and smiled when he saw the young boy, who looked just like him. "Look, I caught a dragonfly." The boy knelt beside him and opened his hands to reveal a small dragonfly. "For you," he said.
"For me?" Emmett smiled, reaching for the dragonfly. Before he can take it though, it escaped and flew away. "Whoa," Emmett said in awe as it flew away in speed.
"Sorry," the boy said.
"It's okay," Emmett smiled at him. They laid down together, looking up at the clear blue sky. The boy whimpered quietly, making Emmett turn to him. "What's wrong?" He asked him.
"My back hurts," he replied softly.
"Come on, let me see," Emmett sat up with the boy. He turned so that Emmett could li
