"Brown hair, styled to perfection like he was. I seen his brown eyes around school, always staring. Never knowing what he was thinking. But soon enough I knew, it was junior year when he approached, he said I was cute and asked me on a date. He was sweet and bubbly, how I imagined him to be, until our first kiss, from then on it wasn't sweet brown eyes but red burning brown eyes that could kill me if I did one wrong thing, he was mine and I was his. The first time was amazingly nice, he went slow and sweet, nothing like a demon should be, he wasn't like the others, he could actually feel love. And he loved me and cherished me until the cancer consumed me."
