His eyes were deep brown, so deep I felt that just by looking in them I was drowning. As my head spun, I noticed how soft and full his lips looked. Had I not been literally dying, I probably would have tried to kiss him. Hey, life's too short to not kiss beautiful strangers. He was asking me a question, but the ringing in my ears was too loud to hear anything. I squinted at him, he was too pretty. It bothered me. He was so attractive in the most annoying way. Couldn't he have had the decency to give us common people a chance to look good? Just being in his vicinity made me feel like a living trash bin. I watched his stupid full lips move as he kept asking me questions, but I still couldn't hear. With my last bit of consciousness, however, I did manage to say what was really in my heart.

"Fight me."