Some have prejudices. They say I'm just a monster, just confused, just lost, just disgusting, just anything that they do not like. I say, however, that I am just brave, just damaged, just myself... Just, possibly, a witch.
I barely noticed anything except his eyes. They were a mixture of green and grey. There was a depth to them that intrigued me, and at the same time, more than a hint of danger and the unknown. They held more intelligence and perception than I had ever seen, but an edge that made me wonder how many people he'd killed.