Death of His

His movements were slow and smooth as he moved towards me. I wasn't scared or anything; I didn't feel anything. A smile hinted at his small lips as his glasses hung low on his nose. His black hair was tossled to one side as blood dripped from his hairline. My eyes moved up to meet his hazel orbs. Fear, anger, and sadness hung at his pupils. I clenched my fists that were by my side. Why did he feel that way? Right away, I yelled,"...