Almost Dead

Long, dark brown hair that fell down her back. Full eyelashes. Blood red lips. A perfect figure. Love tattooes across her knuckles. Thrown across a room. Blood seeeping out onto the bedhseets. Esmeralda.

Spiky black hair. Tall. Green eyes. Xavier.

Certifiably insane. Piercing, icy blue eyes. Anger. Marrone.

One.
His cold, ice blue eyes pierced into her, as if seeing through her soul. She was frozen. She wanted to move, to scream, to run.
Two.
“My lover is dead,” she thought. “No one is here to save me.”
Three.
"My dear, I never said I killed him." Xavier's eyes were a calm blue and they reminded Esmeralda of a sea she could get lost in.