Sweet and pure delight ran throw my entire body the next day when I saw that he was in school. Although the now sickly purple bruise was even more noticeable, at least he was still alive and he didn’t try anything to make that different. I could tell he was indefinetly embarressed about the terrible mark along his jaw, acting as if it was some sort of brand for some sick cult.

And then, he ran into me.

And it was my chance to do something, save him in some way, by talking to him. I started off by telling him how I didn’t care that he ran into me. And when I looked at his face I could tell that he didn’t think I was being truthful. God, he was blushing so much, it was so cute. I then asked him what happened to his jaw, even though I knew, but he didn’t know that.

And apparently that threw him off guard and he never answered me before I had to go.

But it was a delightful moment. I even got to look into his bright blue eyes for quite a bit of time. His eyes are amazing.