His name was Zayn. God, even his name sounded beautiful. He had the darkest of hair and the brightest of eyes.
His face must have been sculpted by Zeus himself. His cheekbones were so prominent and his jaw was chisel to perfection.
His hair, oh don't even get me started. The locks were the darkest of black. They always blocked his face. Which was a shame because his had such a beautiful face.
Everyone felt the same way that I did about Zayn, but no-one made a move.
He wasn't one to interact with people. He always sat alone. Whenever someone would have the guts to say something, he would politely dismiss them or ignore them all together.
Every time, I finally mustered up the courage to say something to him, the thought of being shot down discouraged me. I was so mad at myself for being a wimp, but could you blame me?
He was beautiful
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Raven Boy
HorrorThe brightest eyes I had ever seen were owned by a boy with the darkest soul I have ever encountered.
