He was beautiful, his flawless fetchers glinted like diamonds in the sun light, his honey colored hair, his dark red eyes, his white scared face. He was sitting on a bolder across a pond, looking into the water, disgusted by what he saw. His crimson eyes closed, suddenly and with out warning the man screamed, no growled – a tariffing and heart breaking sound, - and struck the stone he sat on, with a loud crack it split into two. His white shirt was stand with blood, human blood, he ripped it off with disgust and throw it into the water. "Jasper." a deep male voice called from the woods behind him. The name was beautiful to me, like a soothing lullaby. I wanted to say the name with my own lips to call to him but they were no where to be fond. He turned his head a fraction to the side then looked to the clear blue sky, he got up slowly. No, I wanted to scream, don't leave. He slipped into a faded gray coat , then disappeared into the forest.