(A muse fan fiction) A boy stood with his back to the corridor, his long brown hair lay on his shoulders, he stood against the locker, new I assume. He slung his bag from his back and emptied it's contents into the locker. He slammed the door shut behind him and peered over his shoulder, making a lock of his deep brown hair fall in between his eyes and that's when they hit me, his eyes. His beautiful ocean blue eyes... But that's when I remembered Dom.