:𝓢𝓾𝓷 𝓪𝓷𝓭 𝓜𝓸𝓸𝓷: 𝚆𝚎𝚗𝚌𝚕𝚊𝚒𝚛 𝙿𝚘𝚎𝚝𝚛𝚢

ᎠᎯᏒᏦᎬᏕᎿ ᎶᎯᏃᎬ

A gaze, comforting, and gentle if looked at the right way. Oh, her beautiful gaze. The bright girl couldn't help but fall deeper and deeper into love; sinking, drowning the more her love grew. A gaze, if looked at wrong shall become piercing, an unease fill the environment. Her eyes when not in the light, reminding the girl of coffee. Not bitter, not too sweet, perfect. Perfect, just like the girl herself. Perfect, maybe not in others eyes, but in the bright girls eyes, she was.

Gentle. Gentle, but only with some. Caring, adoring, and thoughtful. All, but only with some. The girl didn't find this weird. How the other cared for some, how she talked, the way she's, herself. Her dark gaze, eyes so beautiful. She swore, with every look shall she fall, deeper, and deeper into the beautiful spiral she called love.

Her eyes, dark like the night sky. A night sky so beautiful. Her eyes dark; dark like space. Though, neither truly, fully dark. Just as her, beautiful. Even if a gaze so dark, maybe cold induce an unease in some; the bright girl couldn't help but fall in love, with the dark gaze.