It was, he realized, what he would look like if he had been of Irish heritage as opposed to Italian.Looking at himself in the mirror, he could only sh...ke his head in disbelief. The Bears sweatshirt Kristina had worn the night before now covered his torso, including his new breasts. The sleeves, which had once been attached to Anthony's Abercrombie shirt, now covered his arms. The pair of Old Navy jeans that he had worn were now an odd combination of Levi's from the waist to the knees then back. Despite everything he had screamingly accused her of, she had still nearly given her life for his. Now she lay in this comatose state, and even Madam Pomfrey had been unable to rouse her.Her skin still held the pallor of death, yet to him it seemed slightly rosier.Perhaps it was his own wishful thinking. He rose, unable to remain still, watching her with nothing save his thoughts for company. Thoughts were such poor comfort... Not allowed and unwilling to leave, he began sorting through the. ) We always had great conversations and we never had any problems or quarrels. Every morning, especially during the late spring/coming summer, I would pull up to the side of her house to pick her up for school. She would walk out moments later, and every time I would exclaim to myself how fucking hot she was. She had mid-length brown hair, brown eyes, was short for her age, and surprisingly had decently large tits. One day she wore some very short shorts, a black tank top and flip flops. Flowers. You’d brought flowers. Some think flowers to be mundane and simple. You’d remembered that I wasn’t bunched in with those people and brought along stunning bouquet of blush and butter flowers. I merely leaned on the door jam while staring past the blossoms into your azure eyes. Sure, I’d seen your handsome face in pictures, but they’d done nothing to prepare me for the depth of your eyes as they contrasted with your almost ebony hair. Speechless, I stood there staring, unabashedly, a.