"His eyes - oh, God, his eyes - were an entirely different story. Staring into his eyes was like staring into the summer sky just before the sunset came, before the yellow, pink, and purple clouds came to fog up your vision. They were the definition of a cloudless sky, a clear river seen running through a wide field of grass, that one, blue, sparkling diamond that stood out more than any other in a goldmine. Shining like the stars and as light as a feather, they tricked you into a strange sense of security, a state that one would be foolish to leave intentionally. Everything about his eyes was passionate, beautiful, and enticing, anything a man could ever ask for. I wanted more of his eyes, more of him." :D Thanks for checking this out! Awesome cover photo by someone who goes by the name Shuploc on Instagram - please feel free to check them out!

The night holds many dark things...especially in Ireland. Mark moved to Ireland to get away from America, to start new and build up his channel even more. But one night, after a harsh break up, he goes for a walk. A walk at twilight. But he meets someone he wishes he never did.

To be honest, I wrote this when I was inexperienced and just gonna put it out there. This story will contain: -Plot Holes...a lot -Spelling Errors -Grammar Errors -A bunch of feminist sh*t -Very 'Edgy/Emo' protagonist -My cringy emo thirteen year old self venting about some asshole that nobody cares about... Don't read this if you hate cringy shit. And plez be gentle when commenting, I is just a simple koala movin along in life. I like reading and laughing at this, then thinking to myself, "This was written by a younger me that had not discover how GAY I truly was. Wow! I was a depressed straight person." and now I'm a happy gay.