His Old Love.

Maybe it was his eyes. Those bright, sparkling, clear blue eyes that could see through your very soul. Those eyes that Viviana could feel herself getting lost in. It dosent matter about what her father thought, or her mother, or her brothers and sisters and her snotty, judgemental, friends. How they felt ment nothing to how Viviana felt when those clear blue eyes met hers.

Or maybe it wasn't his eyes, but his hair. The pitch black ear length threads that she had twirled around her tiny, pale fingers, and played with since the day they met. The dark mysterious look his straight, man smelling, hair caused lured woman to him like a moth to a flame. Viviana smiled at all the times he had placed a stray strand of golden hair of her own that had fell into her eyes, behind her ear so delicatly,like she was made of glass, and when he was done he'd look her deep in the eyes with such love and warmth it made her skin prickle and her heart tingle.

That very look was the last thing she saw on his beautiful flawless face, before she died and floated into the abyss where she would stay for eternity.