I looked into his eyes and held his bleeding hands, and he lost himself and took all his nerve out of them. When my hands met his hands, he turned away from me with a rustle and slowly walked away from me. He had already disappeared while I questioned why he did such a thing. It was the most beautiful shade of black, named after his gaze. I was losing my own light in his darkness, trying to become a light in his darkness, and I was the only one who knew it. I whispered, looking at the ways he walked. "Don't draw me into your darkness, and if I get carried away, I won't survive." ******* Friends will use slang in a certain part of the story, while those who are offended can go through those parts without reading them. Enjoy reading already.