I was in the winter of my life. His hazel hair swung from place to place as he lifted bricks and made something out of him. I was a man on fire in the inside, all I wanted was him. When the stars shone as bright as any flame I felt in arrow shoot through me when I heard a trigger being pulled. My lover stood behind me with the silver revolver in between my eyes, it was impossible to be angry with him. 

"Leave me alone you sick son of a bitch!" He yelled at me, I just smiled with love. 

My eyes opened when I realised myself trapped in a room, nothing in it, no door, no nothing. He did this to me, I smiled thinking of the beauty of his eyes.