I don't know his name.
I'm not even sure he was real, or just a nightmare whose scent still clings to my memory.
At first, there was only sound.
Soft footsteps on the wet grass. Like my heartbeat... restless, loud.
Then, as if the fog had pulled back... he appeared.
His clothes were worn and tattered. Hair as dark as midnight, and his eyes...
Red.
Not like blood. Not like fire.
A strange kind of red. Dangerous. Alive.
And when he looked at me, time... stopped.
Everything should've warned me to run.
But my heart... wouldn't listen.
He wasn't a hero. Not a savior.
Just a boy. Ordinary. Human.
But me...
In that cursed moment, I fell.
Fell into eyes that held something I couldn't understand... only drown in.
I didn't know what that look would bring.
Love?
Destruction?
I don't know...
All I know is: after that day, nothing was ever the same.