The gentle tapping of a blade on a table sliced through the thick silence that had fallen over the room. A man sat at the table, holding the knife. His hair was, what could only be described as, light maroon and his eyes were bright magenta. Those orbs were staring out a near by window at a girl
You were sobbing heavily and mourning the loss of your loved one. Your (h/c) hair drooped over your face, hiding your glistening (e/c) orbs.
The man held and obsession with those lovely (e/c) eyes. They plagued his mind whether he was asleep or awake. But in the same sense, he hated them.
The feather touches of your vision never landed on him, instead thy fell on his opposite. His mirror image held your love, and he did not like that.
He watched you and the other him mingle and frolic, as envy boiled in his blood. The thought of you not staring into his eyes with loving (e/c) orbs, sent rage through his mind.
And that's how you ended up there, in the graveyard, standing over your late beloved's grave. Because he killed your sweet lover. He ripped the life from those beautiful amber orbs you once loved.
Don't worry if you don't remember you sweet. Your mind has simple wiped him from your memory. The subconscious does that to save you from the pain sometimes.
But now the man is watching you.
He follows your every footstep and even watches through your window at night. On other occasions he may sneak his way into your home and sit at the end of your bed.
So remember, you may not want to look out your window at night, or open your eyes if you wake up in the middle of the night. Because he'll be there, watching you with bright magenta eyes.
Just thought I'd warn you.