"Look at me." He whispered, and as if his hand had a grasp on my chin, my head rotated to the side involuntarily. "They say the eyes are the windows to our soul-" He paused, his gaze fixated on mine. "Now I believe this to be true, and your soul looks arrogant, stubborn, self-centered, and inflexible." Before he stepped away, he sniffed me like a dog would sniff another dog's rear, and snapped his eyes shut. "Delicious." He muttered in an almost inaudible way. "Now you are going to forget our little conversation. In fact, even if you see me ever again, you won't remember me." ************ WARNING: The story plot may take a while to develop, but I believe it's a good story. Also: THIS IS A CLICHE-FREE STORY! Give it a chance! Maybe it will surprise you. :) Anyways, enjoy your reading!