6 ft Under

I grew up with seeing those cold blue eyes torment me. Forcing me into feeling nothing but fear. His face of disgust once I stepped into a room triggered tears to be spilt from my tear vaults. The laughs he and his friends would share over me whenever I came over to spend time with Danny. I never knew what caused him to hate me so much but I had decided to return his cold and hateful feelings back through ignorance of his existence. As the years passed by I had classified the sharp steel in his eyes as a strong disliking for my type. After he left town I had never expected to see his face again and even if I did I wouldn't be interested in sparing him a single glance however beautiful he may be. But he had glanced... And that is where my story begins.