“Why don’t you come around much anymore.” Hazel asks with a smile on her face, her ears perking up with the incline of her mouth. Her eyes radiate as happiness flows through her, looking at the man she loves.

“I’m just busy.” Zane says quietly, his head down as he looks down at his feet. He moves his foot forward along the cement floor, kicking a rock across Hazels porch as he continue to look away from her. They stand on her front porch, Zanes hands in his pockets and Hazels arms are wrapped uncomfortably around her torso.

“Zane what’s wrong?” Hazel asks, taking a step towards him and reaching her hand out to him. He reacts to her movements, taking a step back and pivoting his body to the side slightly, as if to hide something. “Talk to me.”

“I came here to tell you I’m leaving.” Zane says plain.

“What do you mean?” Hazel scrunches her face in confusion as she pauses her movements. “You’ve been gone for a while. I havn’t seen you for 2 weeks untill this very moment.”

“I mean forever, Hazel.” Zane finally looks up at her, his hazel eyes seem darker than she remembers. She then notifies a small cut underneath of his eyes, almost one caused by being scratched.

“Zane what’s going on?” Hazel asks, dropping her outstretched arm to her side, keeping her other arm wrapped around her torso as if to present herself smaller.

“I can’t see you anymore, I can’t see anything anymore.” Zane says. His hazel eyes drop a single tear as he stares at her, the love he has for her falling off him in clouds. It’s breaks his heart that he chose revenge over her love, that he chose the act of murder over living the rest of her life with her.

Now the only thing he’ll live the rest of his life with is the fact he killed someone. The fact he killed her ex boyfriend because of the awful things he did to her. He was a horrible man, but he didn’t deserve to die, and Zan will have that on his head forever.

Hazel stares into Zane’s eyes, watching the softening of his eyes turn dark and hard as he stares at her. Those hazel eyes that would sing her songs as he played piano, writing songs about their love.

Those hazel eyes that told her he loved her for the first time. Those hazel eyes are loving, are bright. Those hazel eyes are soft: eyes that don’t belong to a killer.