We're Ghosts in a Hail of Bullets

His hair was curly and blonde. I remember his eyes being dark and cold like the midnight sky. At first he scared me but at a second glance I saw his eyes were wide like a deer in headlights. We stood in silence, examining the other with curiosity and a bit of fear. The first time we stumbled upon each other, he ran like a scared animal. The second time he greeted me like an old friend. Tate was an odd boy but he was the love of my life.