He looked at you, his gaze cold. The depth of his personality was all in his eyes, where there was a small familiar warmth as he peered into your soul.

He sat down next to you in a small field next to your favorite tree. He had asked you to meet him there to discuss something important. He let his hands fall to his sides and rest in his pockets.

"I'm in love with you," he admitted, his cheeks turning a rosey pink that you had never seen on him before.