I look across the silvery green water. I feel eyes, cold hard eyes looking at me. As I turn around, I see him. A tall, sandy haired by, with that scar.
"What?" I ask him, with a sneer. He smiles. Not a friendly smile, more like an evil smile. I hate those eyes. Those cold, hard, emotionless eyes. When they look at you, you feel as if they are searching through your soul and deciding whether to let you live or to kill you.
"I wanted to see you" His face changed, into a sweet smile. He sits next to me and I smile a little. He makes me smile. All the time. Everyday. I kiss him and he kisses back. I smile, knowing forever he will be in my heart.