It was a man.
Another one of those insanely gorgeous men that could sweep you off your feet. He had one of his eyes closed, and the other was black and beautiful, and the look on his face was a bit twisted...like he was in pains.
He was putting on clothes that looked too big on him, and his black hair wasn't properly brushed on his head.
He didn't say a word as he stared down at her, instead he stretched his hands instead. She placed her small hands inside of his surprisingly cold ones, and he pulled her back up to her feet. But, he didn't let go after that.
He still held on to it for a few seconds, giving away nothing before he finally let go of her warm hands. She watched his every move, his face...then came to realize for a bit that he kind of resembled someone.
Before she coul
