I've always been looking for something, someone. I've always been alone or at least felt like I was. I didn't have many friends as kid, I would usually sit alone in the corner of the playground reading. But all that changed when I met him.
We met on a rainy day in June, I was walking home when I bumped into him. We both fell to the ground, I was carrying a couple of books that I dropped and he just picked them up. No one had ever done that for me, I soon realized that i had been sitting there for some time now and that he was holding a hand out to me. As I grabbed his hand I felt something special something different, it felt like electricity running through my body...
We looked into each other's eyes, his eyes were a tainted emerald green, I couldn't stop staring at him he was beautiful. I then noticed how perfectly cut his cheek bones were and his lips. Oh his lips. There's no words to describe them, they looked so soft. He glanced at me one more time before he turned and disappeared into the shadows.
As I started walking again the only thing i could think of was him. When I finally reached my house the rain had started pouring down and I was SOAKING wet. I hurried up and got ready to take a bath when I suddenly heard a knock on the door.