I peered into the cold blue eyes that had an apparent absence of love.
They shimmered beneath the sun begging for all the love possible, but none reciprocated.
It was then I understood what true apathy was.
The will to want but not give, for there was nothing to discard.
I felt pity arise in my soul and I clutched my chest for some emotion, something that would prove my love for him.
My arms wrap around his black striped shirt, the shirt I had for so many years ripped and torn in a process of reaching his body.
The shirt had protected him only once during the one-sided sexual intercourse.
The times he had cried liquid crystals from his cerulean orbs that had been frozen to ice always stayed invisible.
I move my hand through his pitch black hair with ease.
His original hair was a cinnamon red but that changed when the rape began.
His hair was now as black as the bruises that covered his fragile body.
His heart was cold rarely was there a pulse for some where along the road,
I must've killed my best friend.
