I had never seen something so dark. Out of the sixteen years that I had been on this Earth, not once had I seen something so sad and depressing. His eyes looked as if they had been picked out by an auto repair man with hands covered in black oil. The only thing that was scarier than the way his eyes had looked was the way they felt. I could feel him staring at me, blankly. Though his eyes were fixed on my neck, his mind was fixed on something so far out of this Realm that I couldn't reach it in any amount of time, even if I traveled faster than the speed of light. I wondered if I should ask what had happened. My brain quickly came to the conclusion that I should not, given what had happened the last time I tried to talk to him about something that was bothering him.
He had been talking to his sister on the phone only a moment ago. Before their conversation, I still saw a little sparkle in his eye, like a small ray of sunshine that, somehow, seemed to be able to shine brighter than all the others combined. That's how I fell in love with him the first time. I say the first time because that was not the only time.
Oh how I wish I could say it was because every day I noticed something different about him that I loved. Sadly, this was not the case. I recently learned that my life finds a way to rewind itself when something drastic happens. That drastic something was, none other than, falling in love. It took me about five occurrences of the re-winding to realize that this was the case. The only reason that it dawned on me was because I had fallen in love with the same person over and over again.
His name was Dylan. He was a year older than me, had relatively dark brown hair, big chocolate colored eyes, and was about six feet tall. I met Dylan on my way home from the park about two years ago, or what would have been two years ago.