"It was her eyes I noticed first. The ones she hated, the ones she called boring and brown. She wanted any colour, any other pair of eyes accept her own. But I loved them. They lit up when she had a bright idea. They danced when she laughed. And just the same, they dulled and blurred and were never the same when I left."
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When things fade.
Short Story"my chapter in your book was over, little did you know you were the title of mine." - Quotes - Short stories - Poems [ I do not own all the writing in this book.] Everything belongs to its respective owner. **contains tiggers**
