harleyquinn228

And he looked different tonight. He wasn't the tall, dark, dashing boy that stole away my breath so many times before. He didn't have the air about him that said he knew he was a prince; the air that drew in so many girls before, that he wished he had preyed on. He stood before me a broken, heart wounded man. The light in his eyes was faded, his voice tired, his eyes red with strain. He was beaten down, and unable to comprehend how something like this could happen. I felt as though I was imposing, or witnessing a private, indecent moment. And, as if at the same time, we both realized what happened. Our eyes met, and he understood. He had turn