text: When you first meet, there's a gun to your head and a knife at his throat. He smiles at you, almost oblivious to the danger you present to his well being, nor the screams that rise and swell around you. "Ah." He states, and nods once as if he had solved a particularly difficult math problem and the answer's smeared across your cheeks. His eyes really shouldn't be so dark, almost bottomless really. You'd almost say they were pupil less, except you don't have time for notions like that, that the man standing before you was something more than human. He was just a man after all, and with a quick snap of your wrist he'd bleed all the same. You almost do it, except for the fact that you notice how sweet his eyes are. Black as night, but sweet as chocolate, and as strong as Turkish coffee. There's a name that dances at the roof of your mouth, but you couldn't, shouldn't know, so you swallow it down. (It leaves a bitter after taste on your tong as fleeting images of a boy with a sad smile and candy sweet eyes dances before you) It all feels familiar some how, like you've done this before(it feels like broken promises and little white lies) but There isn't much you remember, so maybe it's possible you've met before In another life, where a boy tugged on your bangs and promised you freedom. But this isn't that life, so you twist your knife and watch as red blooms on that pale throat- And you realize (with a bubbling hysteria that was slowly tearing its way out of you) that this isn't the first time you've met, but the last.