"I'm your national anthem, God, you're so handsome." --------- His sheer, topaz hair draped over his forehead, brushing over his sapphire eyes. His baggy, white t-shirt hanging loosely over his body, clutching his muscles. He was perfect, and after some sort of miracle, he believed I was, as well. Quick disclaimer. The timeline doesn't match up perfectly, I know that. I purposefully made it like that so that it fits with the story. E/c= eye color H/c= hair color Y/n=your name