Describe my muse... (YA style cause I suck at anything else)
And there he stood. Him and his dark hair, the composure so put together as if nothing and no one could touch him. As he walked down the school hall way. Unlike any other boy, who walked as if lost, Elijah knew just where he was going, the long strides, staring forward, nothing could touch him, not really. The students parted for the god like man, his eyes dark eyes unwavering, He was too good to be real, to elegant to be stuck in a high school. As he passed my eyes caught his, I glanced away as soon as possible, but he had stopped, my heart beating 100 times faster, as he leaned down and picked up the book I dropped. His voice was like honey, with an undertone of ice. “Is this yours?” I nodded, and there was a half smirk, half smile that stretched his face, he turned once again, continued down the hall way. And I couldn’t help but wonder. why the man who knew where he was going, who stopped for nothing or no one. Why had he paused for me.
