those hazel eyes are soft, eyes that don’t belong to a killer. maybe I could fall in love with them. maybe. but maybe I shouldn’t. I shouldn’t let my guard down just because he has a pretty face. he has pretty eyes, a perfect smile. he’s one of _those_ guys. you know, tall, hot, popular—chronically online too, I’m pretty sure. he’s outgoing but not as crazy as some of those other guys. he seems nice. kind. someone that could hold me when I need it. someone whose smile can light up my world. who am I kidding? that already happens. I see his face and I’m like, oh my god—look at that face. I forget about whatever other problems I have for a second. it’s nice. he’s nice. I think. but I can’t let go of the possibility he’s not. he has the potential to break my heart. I can’t let him. I won’t. I’ve already been broken before. I just can’t go through that again. he’s a pretty face to me, sure. but that’s all. that’s all it should be. at least until I get to know him. gosh, I don’t even talk to him. I just see those eyes from across the room and I’m screwed. I can’t let him have my heart, though. he could break it in two. he could shatter it into a million pieces. he could do whatever he wants to do. he doesn’t really seem like the type. he’s nice, funny—but maybe I’m wrong. maybe I just see what I want to see. he could play me real bad, man. he could twist this into whatever he likes. which is why I can’t let him, as badly as I want to. I can’t let him know how hard I’ve fallen. I can’t let myself fall any harder. you fall, you hit the ground, you snap your neck. that’s the end. I can’t let that happen.