The moment he caught my eye, I knew there was something different about him.
How he could be hostile and carefree at the same time.
Every time he would say things to me there are sparks in his eyes and at times there are none.
And the way his actions would go on against him.
More like fighting... himself.
-Freya Marquez.
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