It was 2pm, raining, Quite a sad looking day if I don't say so myself. He just stood in the field staring at me as I waited for my bus. He was not normal looking. He wore a top hat, old man shoes and a trench coat. Everything he wore was black, everything but his eyes. His eyes were pure emerald green. They were magnificent, unlike anything I had ever seen. I could not stop staring back, it was like he had a hold on me and his eyes were a decoy. I could not look away. My life felt like a failure while I was locked on his gaze.
