Your eyes are so dark.

Nearly inky black and mysterious.
Your icy dark blue eyes pore into mine.

When you talk to me I shiver.

Your eyes slice through me leaving me breathless.

You talk to me often and I try to love it.

My speach turns to stutters and my face reddens.

I notice your glacial eyes watching me.

I stare back and smile.

You grin at me and look away.

I run for the bus.

I miss it because of you, but I don't mind.

We've just met, but I think I've seen you before in another life.

Crazy, I know.

I remember the first day I met you.

Those icy blue eyes, the strawberry red lips, the jet black hair.

You introduced yourself and I stammered my name.

I see you now with your friends and again I smile.

This time I make sure you don't see me.

I walk away my heart hammering in my chest.

You seem to have that affect on me.

You smile at me and I can feel my face reddening.

I smile.

I finally have a chance to talk to you today.

Suprisingly you are an extremly interesting person.

We talk about you, your icy blue eyes, your strawberry lips

And me, my grassy green eyes and my rosy red lips.

My heart almost beats out of my chest.

Your beauty astounts me.

We talk about school and favoirite subjects.

You say you like chemisty.

I say I like art.

You smile when I say that.

I don't know why, maybe it's because we are so different.

I decide I love you, but I keep that to myself.

I smile back at you.

We walk together.

We talk a lot after that.

I love speaking to you eventhough I stammer and stutter around you.

You are a pleasure to be around expect your icy dark eyes.

Today you ask me something that nearly knocks me off my feet.

"Will you go on a date with me?"

I nearly choke and stutter," y-yes."

You beam at me and take my hand.

I let you, it feels perfect.

I have then have art with you next to me.

Secretly, that's why I love it so much.

After school we walk together and get the bus.

Your eyes stay on me the entire ride while I laugh at your silly jokes.

I suggest we go to the cinema and you agree.

Your eyes sparkle and mine do too just by looking at you.

We choose to watch "Colourless".

"It's about people who see in black, white and grey until they meet their soulmates," you explain to me.

I think this is perfect for us.

In a burst of confidence I grab your hand just as we enter the screen.

You look at me with your inky blue eyes, surprised.

My heart is beating wildly.

I love the way you make me feel.

We sit down and the movie begins.

We hold hands the entire time.

When the film finishes I kiss you.

I quickly ran away ignoring your pleas for me to come back.

My face is burning and I am frightened I have gone to far.

But it felt fantastic.

I grin from ear-to-ear.

I kissed you! I actually kissed you!

I end up waiting for you at the bus stop.

You beam at me and wrap your arm around my waist.

This time you kiss me and I almost faint with giddiness.

We get on the bus, you clutching my hand.

We had a flawless day.

"Will you be my girlfriend?" You whisper with a cocky smile.

But I feel your hand shaking with nerves.

I smile.

"Yes,"

A few weeks have past since that exquiste day.

We hold hands wherever possible.

You are not at school today and I really miss you.

I tried calling you this morning.

No answer.

Your mum calls me and asks me if I know where you are.

I say no.

I start to get worried about you.

Where could you be?

My heart hammers in my chest.

What if something has happened to you?

I miss your smile and laughter today in art.

It is so lonely without you.

I trudge through the crowd my head down.

I run to the bus the see your photo.

MISSING
17 YEAR OLD BOY
LAST SEEN AT 7.30 LAST NIGHT.

You didn't come home last night.

You were at my house yesterday.

I feel empty without you.

You are the light of my life.

I can't believe you are gone.

I feel responsible eventhough your Mum says it is not so.

Everyone was whispering about you today.

They were avoiding my gaze.

I get on the bus another day gone without you by my side.

A hole is growing in my chest.

I stare vacantly out the window.

My hand feeling empty without your hand holding mine.

I get off the bus and glance at all the posters with your photo on it.

The description of you is boring:

BLACK HAIR, BLUE EYES, TALL, MUSCULAR.

I cry silently to myself.

Where could you possibly be?

You have been missing a week now.

My whole body aches without you.

I miss your icy blue eyes and your hugs.

The police are out looking for you as I think about you.

I tried to volounter to find you, but they said no.

Someone knocks on the door.

I nearly jump out of my skin.

I answer it and my face falls.

It's your mother; she is trying not to cry.

"What happened?" I ask.

"We found Matt. He is dead. He was stabbed."

I nearly collapse on the hard floor.

I am weeping uncontrolibly and your mother hugs me.

It is nothing like your tight hugs that consol me.

Dear Matt

I love you more than words can say.

I am writing you this letter while sitting by your grave.

Your funeral was last month.

I miss your kisses, your hugs and you.

I even miss those gacial dark blue eyes that sparkled whenever you talked about something you liked.

I stop writing to wipe my salty tears away.

I trace your name, Mathew, with my fingertips trying to imagine what you would say to me right now.

I can't.

Eventhough I don't think you will ever see this letter I hope you are in heaven where you belong.

Goodbye Matt,
Love Luce