"Is it my eyes that you called me after?" she said.

"I thought that was obvious, but, you know, Hazel has been my favorite color since I met you," I answered, with a sheepish smile.

"You know how to compliment, hah?" she smirked.

As she surpassed me with her bicycle, I smelled her fragrance, and it always feels like the first time. Her smile is always surprising as well as her voice, it just makes your spine shake. I never knew I could fall for someone that bad, but she proved me damn wrong. These eyes were made to be praised, if not worshipped, that face was made for portraits, and that woman is now mine. My ring's on her finger, shouting out my name. I wonder how I lived before her. I have no clue...

She was way ahead of me now that I was busy marveling her. And her graceful movements only encouraged me to marvel even more, and, suddenly, keeping up with her was so hard. She was already at the park's gate. And I was just lagging behind.

"Just wait. Why are you on a hurr..."

And then everything was so out rhythm. Like this wasn't real life anymore. I couldn't move a muscle... I just stood there helplessly. A black truck came out of nowhere. The door slid open and two muscly arms grabbed her waist and pulled her in. Her bike fell as she struggled in vain against these arms of hell, and it took only a couple of seconds for the car to be on the run again. I saw the driver and that smile on his face. My limbs were weak and my tongue was heavy. All I could manage was a gasp with a mumble of her name. The name I gave her.

I was back to my senses too late. I ran in the street like a madman calling her name. I stopped and took a long breath to think straight. 911. I need to call them. A phone. Where is my phone? I grabbed my pockets and it was just gone. I must've dropped it while running. I went back through the same path and found it. And I dialed.