I stared deep into my nameless victims eyes. I studied his cold brown eyes, and his chapped lips. I looked at his unruly clothing and large belly. I almost laughed, he looked more like a murderer then I. Id chosen to forget his name for my own peace of mind. I slid my fingers over to the drawer I knew so well. I basked in his surprise, as I opened the drawer, revealing sharpend knifes. He blinked ...

We stood in the daisy field, the same place where we met so long ago. I placed my hands on my knees, out of breath. He laughed at me, his brilliant ocean eyes crinkling, and his dimples defined. I hit him playfully on the arm. His eyes flicked over my body and suddenly I was self-conscious of the sweatshirt, and jeans I wore. I shivered and pulled my sweatshirt over my hands.

“Are you excited abo...