To most people his eyes looked blue. A deep blue like the ocean. She had seen them enough to know better.
Like a kaleidoscope, his eyes changed colour frequently. Science told her it was the Sun playing tricks on her eyes, but she liked to think it was because of his moods. She even had a theory-blue for happy, gray for sad and green for anxious. Of course, no one knew about her silent obsession with his eyes.
It was his eyes that attracted her to him. Times when he was with his sister, only four, his eyes would light up like fireworks-full of life and excitement. His eyes were so expressive that they could convey a thousand words with a single glance. Only if people were willing to take the time to read them. A shame no one did.
His eyes, shadowed with long eye lashes, were mysterious yet had a calming presence.
She knew that, no matter what happened, she would never forget those eyes.
