He kissed my lips in the darkness, and I saw his face, the same face as mine, with charming and narrow golden eyes, and long, frivolous green hair.
Like purple lips that had been smeared with poison, biting my lips, my mouth was filled with a bitter taste, slowly filled with the fishy smell of blood. I felt like I had bitten his lip, because I hated the remaining clarity in his eyes, which is something that creatures like us should not have.
He added a smile to his lips: "I knew you would be like this."
Really annoying.