I sit down in the squeaky wooden chair nervously, my heart racing and blood pumping. Quickly, i fix my skirt and adjust my hair to perfection just incase this is love at first sight. My date was sitting in-front of me, he had stringy dark black hair ,but it fell just above his dead-like grey eyes. He had nearly paper white skin and a life-less look. “Hi?” i stutter, expecting a reply. But no. “Wha...

His dazzling icy eyes wondered into mine, my heart was racing faster than a sports car, it was pounding harder than a drum, it was aching more than a hurt muscle. Shakily, i exhale the air that had been trapped inside my yearning chest, my stomach twisted and turned as i did this. I felt sick. I felt sick with butterflies. Butterflies which wouldn’t stop spinning in my body. Slowly he chuckled, sm...