Pieces

There he was. Walking like the fallen angel who's become the devil. Brown piercing eyes that makes you die for him, the tattoos that meant some much for him although he pretended like it didn't. Walking down the hall like the halls was his and only his, made everyone die inside.

And our eyes met, his eyes burning my heart although I didn't know him. Looking away fast I closed my locker like I closed my heart. The hunger and the depression inside my head almost have taken over and I was invisible to the naked eye. After a lot of accidents you choose to hide behind the fake smile.