Eyes
"Hello", Hermione said with her beautiful green eyes. I blinked and turned my head quickly, to glare at my feet while returning the hello with a small shy smile of my own.
I was completely in love with her, but a quick glare from her beautiful eyes was sufficient enough for me. It always has been. That is in fact the reason I fell in love in the first place. Her smile, her brilliant golden smile.
I don't know how she does it. She gives me butterflies. She gives me tingles down my spine, as if someone has spilt cold water over my shoulders. One glare from those green eyes could put me in a daze for hours. One glare, one golden glare, leaving me completely oblivious to reality.
She used to love me too. In a simpler time when love was not a burden. She loved me too. Things began to happen, life changed, and my simple puppy love was gone, replaced by an infatuation, a feeling so strong, I felt as though I honestly truly loved her, I did, and I do.
My happiness that had built in the past slowly began to fade. The green eyed girl seized to smile. My heart stopped in it's tracks, and my mind went blank. My usual smile also began to fade.
I feel as though my presence has the sad, yet unique ability to curb anybodies enthusiasm for life, alter their train of thought and turn their bright eyes blank as well. My positivity used to have an inspiring effect upon others, but that positivity changed to aggression, and eccentricity.
I always found myself to be quite eccentric, but recently it has reached its peak. My hands bleed, a blood invisible to others, the shadow bugs would much rather torment me than my peers.
My aggression, capable of destroying one's self esteem for what seems like eternity, until they finally come to their senses, and realize I am not right.
I realized the pain I was causing, and came to the conclusion I was depressed. I began to grow desperate and reached out, completely blind, grabbing someone to prevent, yet another fallen angel. My lifeline.
I had fallen in love again. It seemed my desperation was but a gut feeling. My world, my life was again proper, or so I thought. It all began to make sense, love was indeed a gut feeling for many, but I was truly in love...or so, yet again I thought...
This is my story...