grey-daze666

The chauffeur opened the door for the woman in front of him slowly, with a soft smile. His green blue eyes locked with her violet ones for a few moments before they both broke it as she stepped into the car and the door closed. The front door opened a couple seconds later and the chauffeur got in. They were both so dark, so beautiful. The antique limousine was filled with shadows and unspoken thoughts of fantasies unfulfilled. Throughout the drive their eyes met in the rearview mirror. No words were spoken, but a bond was quickly made. Flowing redish black hair fell down around her face, darkening her features and brightening her eyes so

He always used to tell me I was his best friend. I think I was one of his only friends too... I guess he was just shy or maybe he just thought that I was the only one who'd listen to him... The only one that would be there for him on bad nights. The nights where he'd lay there and cuddle me, his cheeks damp with tears while mommy raged on outside the room. I could never really tell if the tears were tears...or just blood. But when he was bleeding, it was usually a bit warmer than the small salty droplets rimming his eyes. I always wondered why mommy hit him and screamed when she was mad...Aren't mommies supposed to protect their kids? In the