Roseline Angelina Black.
I stare dumbstruck and nervous into his pools of molten greys as my head runs maniacally to think of a believable lie. But it seems that not getting a wink of sleep the whole night have its own disadvantages and I come up blank of any kind of excuse to present him. Instead, my diseased brain chose to focus on how immaculate and diverse the strings of blue and grey are in his eyes, perfectly wounded to appear outworldly.
I want to slap my face to awaken my brain from its entranced state when I see a smile stretch across his beautiful mouth, but like every time my mind decides to focus on the beauty of his expression and how much I've missed it rather than what caused him to smile in the first place.
"You can stare at me all day after you fill me in on the surger
