I stared into his eyes, thinking how did I end up with him, the most handsome guy in school. My crush since middle school. He leans and kisses me with deep passion and I kiss back with the same intensity, feeling his warm hands travel up my body, sending shivers down my spine. I have never been touched like before by any of my ex-boyfriends. The way he touched me, I just knew we belonged together. Like we were soul mates, never to be separated. That night I lost my precious gift, I probably would have minded if I did not have this sure feeling that we were meant to be together. I was so happy blinded by the fact that something was changing inside of him. Whenever I would see him at school I would wave and he would ignore me completely but then every night he came over and gave me gifts and we made love. From all the happiness I did not see what was going on. The darkness that was entering into him, his soul and skin becoming darker and darker. When I realized what was happening it was too late for me. But this morning I expected nothing to happen to me. Boy was I wrong.
