Choose Your Destiny

The first time I saw him, I knew it was him. The way he combed his fingers through his sandy blond hair was all too natural; the way he smiled at strangers and complimented them, even without knowing them; and the way our eyes locked together for the first time. I felt something inside me awaken or stir, like this weird sensation flowing throughout my body, travelling through my veins and capillaries. When our eyes meet for a second and third time, all doubt disappears. I was sure; it was him. He's the boy I would have to murder.