Low: m.c

x.Prologue.x

Maybe it was something about his hair. The way he's never satisfied with the color. 

Or his eyes. The way they change color in the winter. Sure he was trouble, but that sparked my interest even more. I was told to stay away, but how could I? His irresitablility wouldn't let that happen

Hell, he was an asshole. He was no good for me, but he was the only thing that kept me from feeling low

Maybe it was something in her smile. The way her eyes crinkle up when it's genuine. 

Or her hair, how the darnkess of it complemented her pale face. God that beautiful face. Her eyes were a pool of blue mystery that I somehow wormed my way through. I was trouble, but why did that spark her interest even more? I was told to stay away from her, for she was too good for me. Which she was.

Why she would even bother with me is what I still wonder. Hell. I'm an asshole. I'm no good for her, but for some reason she is the only thing that keeps me from feeling low.