I remember clearly how it happened.
Well, at least I thought I did. All I can remember when I think back is deep emerald eyes, the kind of color you would see when you looked at those pine trees in the winter before it snowed, and a bright, bright smile. God, that smile. Tattoos too, many tattoos with indescribable meanings, but deep secrets held within them. The one thing that I remember most is that damn leather jacket. That leather jacket with so many memories, so many laughs, so many smiles, followed with a mixture of pain, tear stains, and blood. So much blood. Not mine I don't think, maybe the owner of that mysterious leather jacket had spilled some when he drunkenly fought. I winced at the thought as my memories began to flood back in a river of thought, showing me everything I had tried so hard to forget. He was a masterpiece, a perfect example of a human creation. It was incredible really. That man, what a wonderful man, with deep dark secrets that hid who he truly was. He was a man who made divine memories with everything he created. Good and bad, but I accepted it.
Honestly, how could I forget him?
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Medicine || h.s (on hold)
Fanfiction"You were rather a poison to me than a medicine, but I wouldn't of had you any other way."
