Your eye lashes touch the tops of your cheek when you close your eyes, it was quite beautiful really. I used to think anything and everything you did was beautiful, like a work of art. Now I just see the corpse of the boy I used to love, I no longer see beauty when I look at you. I now see a pretty boy with a devil living inside of him, a devil that lives to take girls hearts in his hands and crush them to ashes.
He smiles when he does it too.