"She doesn't need makeup.every imperfection is made perfect by her confidence, her unshakable belief that she's beautiful, just the way she is." (I thought this would be a sweet thing for a guy to say about his sweetheart.
"How did you find me?" She asked in a whisper, her eyes piercing and hard. She was obviously different...and dangerous. I swallowed my fear and answered with a confidence I didn't feel. "I wasn't looking for you. I don't even know who you are." She snorted derisively. I was a horrible liar, and she knew it.
As her eyes began to glow, the knot in my stomach tightened painfully. We were miles out in the middle of nowhere. There was no one to hear me scream for help, or come to my aid if she chose to attack.