His eyes, red-brown like no other- check \/
His frame, tall and scary- check\/
His hair raven black hair- check \/
His suit (Oh Jesus that suit)- check...wait,scratch that, there was no suit. An expensive shirt and washed dark jeans with Dr.Marten's combat boots, and the smirk that I remember was a frown, and between his plump lips there was a Marlboro cigarette.
And I felt small - on the ground, with dirt on my H&M light blue highwaisted jeans and clueless when it comes to him. Because he had been my hero for so long and now he looks like a typical bad boy.
You maybe feel irritated with me using "him". You think that I want to use some mystery when I don't use his name,but the thing is that I'm a part of that mystery because I don't know his name but he knows mine and that ruins all the lies my family had made up to protect me from him. But who is he?
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FanfictionHis eyes,brown like no other- check \/ His frame, tall and scary- check\/ His hair, between black and dark brown- check \/ His little mole on the right side of his chin- check \/ His suit (Oh Jesus that suit)- check...wait,scratch that, there was no...
