"Pretty eyes."
The body was lying on the floor. Dark hair, blue eyes...a boy. He was a pretty boy, lying there on the forest floor. His jawline looked like it could cut through glass. His eyes were like an ocean contained in his gaze. I think he sees me. Pretty face. Pretty eyes.
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FanfictionA collection of "poetry" and short stories (either multi-fandom or straight out of my imagination). I am open for requests.