LeanneMMD

He sat on the porch step with his head in his hands, the man with the blue eyes. Those eyes, once full of enthusiasm and life had lost their spark. As he had lost his love. The man’s name was Alfred Jones, and a month ago you wouldn’t have been able to shut him up. These days you had to beg him to utter a word. He had lost his love, he had lost his _________. ___________ had been his everything. On that fateful day Alfred had planned to propose, but it was not to be. His happiness, his love –hell, his LIFE – was stolen from him. All that was left was an immortal shell (for he could not die), the spirit inside had long