4. his eyes

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his eyes were my favorite. ocean blue eyes staring back at me with such intensity, the same glimmer that i've seen many times before shinning ever so brightly, so apparently against his tired eyes.
he looked at me so lovingly, eyes full of hope and adoration, and now, they stare back at me with the same dullness he gives to a stranger. so cold and so distant. i questioned myself everyday, i made sure to never push him too hard, i kept to myself in fear i'd accidentally say something i wasn't supposed to and he'd snap just like my mother would. but i've recently realized it wasn't my fault entirely, it wasn't my fault at all.
it was his own bitterness towards whatever the fuck he was feeling that led him to close up and cut me out.
if he would have apologized i wouldn't have wasted a single second away from him—i'd forgive him any day no matter how badly he's hurt me.
but he never did, he never did apologize for ever hurting me and it hurts even more.
his eyes...the same ones that are so cold towards me but at the same time melt me as if it were the first time i've ever seen them.

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