I was walking through the streets, the damp, dark, mossy, stone streets. Before I could react, i was stopped in my tracks, pinned against a car and tied down. I look into his eyes, so thoughtful. So Amused, so angry, so deep. Those hazel eyes are soft; eyes that don’t belong to a killer. But yet they do. I keep staring deep into his eyes, into his soul, wondering if this was a matter of convienience, or a targeted murder. He whispers something under his breath, his voice haunting yet beautiful, before he slowly plunges his knife deep into my side. I didn’t fight or scream just thought about how beautiful his eyes were. As I fell to the ground, my lungs collapsing, my stomach bleeding out, slowly and painfully dying, he took off his mask, revealing his stunning face. Sharp jawline, small but noticeable nose, beautiful hazel yet dead eyes, freckles everywhere, nothing but love for him had I felt. He kissed me hard, pressing his lips against mine with such force they turned purple, while everything slowly went black,