Fading Whisper (L.T)

I knew what I saw. Even in my drunken state, I could see a murderer when I saw one. With mattered, copper hair and blue-green eyes as sharp as a sword, I saw Louis Tomlinson perched over the girl who was murdered with a bloody knife. There was no mistaking the terror in my eyes after what I witnessed. Louis and me had started off on a rocky start. As ruthless as he was, he was beautiful. All the evidence pointed to him. And even after witnessing him in the crime scene, why couldn't I bring myself to hand him in?

Even after what I witnessed that night, I knew I should disappear far away from him. But as scary as those eyes were, something about them lured me in. Lured me in so deep, that I couldn't get out. Even after it was too late.