As the boy listened while the girl infront of him spoke about her everyday life, he felt as if he could listen to just the soothing sound of her voice forever. Not only that, but he caught himself staring into her hazel brown eyes that glimmered everytime the light reflected off of them. The boy could see through her eyes the internal pain this girl suffered and all he wanted to do was make it go away. How? He asked himself inside his head. How can a person who has no special talents heal the ongoing damage inside this beautiful soul? Alas he ignored this question and continued to listen and now the girl caught herself smiling, and blushing, and thinking to herself. Someone who actually pays attention and listens. Days, weeks, months go by and these two souls continue to see and talk with one another, and with every new topic the closer they became. Years go by and the boy is not a boy anymore but a young man, and the girl a beautiful young woman who's smile shines as bright as the sun. One day while the two where out the boy once again caught himself staring into those hypnotic hazel eyes and he began to feel something. He had no idea what it was. It was as if a fire began to burn inside of him. His stomach churned, his heart beat faster, he began to breath heavily, and he began to shake. What is this feeling? He asked himself and then he looked back at her and it hit him. Without thinking not even planning it no control of himself he said those three magical words. "I Love You." The girl was in shock now her heart began to beat faster, and now she began to breath heavy, but without hesitation from either side it happened. They looked at each other with a stare that only those who ever experienced love know about this stare and they drew closer, and closer till her crimson lips met his. In that moment inside the boys head a symphony played, fireworks exploded, and everything that was wrong with his life seemed right. Months later on his way home from work he recieved the call. As he listened to it he dropped everything, fell onto one knee, then the next and a single tear streamed down his now pale cheeck. His facial expression never changed like if he were a statue, but inside the emotions swarmed his thoughts raced and his heart felt as if it were stabbed, stomped on, and torn. He stayed there on his knees in shock he was alive but it was like his soul departed from his broken body.
