What brought him to you was the fact that on the very first day of school, you had knocked him over.   Most of the times, he would have felt irritated, or maybe even angry--the only two emotions he was really able to feel and most definitely express. But after he had seen your doe shaped eyes and the blush that had stretched across your face, something inside him...ticked.

You looked like you had run a marathon, sweat dripping down your nose and hair in a wild mess of coils and curls. It had shocked him at first, seeing a girl with hair as crazy and beautiful as yours. Soft curves filled your uniform, and heat emanated from your touch as you had grabbed his hand.

That was the moment he felt something in his heart thump a little faster, watching your confused and flustered expression worsen at the lack of words on his end.   That was when he had felt that illustrious and evasive emotion called love.   From then, he had stalked you extensively as soon as he was able to find out your schedule. Some ginger had helped him along the way, sure, but he was mainly proud of his own accomplishments in figuring out how you acted, where you went, who you talked to.

There were always pangs of pain and jealousy that drove him so close to the brink every time he saw some boy talking to you between classes. One of them even had the nerve to touch your shoulder--he had made sure during the job of removing him to make sure he wasn't able to touch anything ever again.

Even the stab wounds sketched across his broken limbs, not even the cuts or incisions he had inflicted on his face. A chuckle reverberated through the raven haired male, and he rubbed his thighs together.

All of the past didn't seem to matter anymore, because in the past he was unable to reach you, feel you...doesn’t matter now, he’s dead after all.

But his disappearance sent rumors through the academy…which lead to right now.