The Devil In The Details

Had the mannerism of an eloquent royal

"Please let me go," I begin but he interrupts me with a dirty slap and my face loses all feeling.
Coke was always meant to be a doctor but being the rebel he was, he chose arts and craft. Sad thing is that he was actually good at it- Cole was good at everything he did. I ended up being the doctor, Cole was always making me clean up his messes, and I hated that about him.
I remember the first time I saw Peter, I remember the way those eyes sparkled like the sun. It happened as I headed to the university- I was teaching assistant. The pay sucked but it got me out of the house.
Peter drove a range and had the mannerism of an eloquent Royal. His English had a British tinge to it and his suits were tailor made for his heavenly body. Peter was the person every teenage dreamed off and built ghost castles in.
My head rings louder than my heart races, he towers over me breathing heavily- like a bull about to pounce. I try to use my feet but they seem to have lost communication with my head. I just lay back down and cry.