She had bright, nervous eyes that flitted around, bright and dark at the same time.
That line popped into my head at a random moment when I was walking on a street and felt overwhelmed by the bright lights as my, well, dark eyes flitted around, taking everything in. Over the next two days I came up with some extras to go around with that (lol)
He wondered what had happened to that girl. With those beautiful, innocent eyes that did not understand the dark of the world. What happened to her to make her what stood before him now?
(oop new book idea hold up gotta write it)
(okie I'm back lol)
Surely it wasn't the same person.
She was always smiling. A bright smile. This person had her mouth raised in a snarl, a look of anger on her face. She had short, soft hair. This person's hair was long and in a braid that looked graceful but old. She didn't like violence. She would flinch at loud sounds. This being practically growled at him, and he didn't need to look at the sheathed knife on her side or her bloodied knuckles to know she was no stranger to violence.
Not when she was standing over the body of his best friend.
*cue some stuff that's gonna happen, blah blah blah.*
Oh. There was another difference he'd missed in his rage.
The most blaring one, he realized, as darkness overcame him.
She had bright, nervous eyes that were unknown to the evils of the world. They had been bright yet dark at the same time, a wonderfully innocent look to them. The person he looked at as consciousness left him had no such eyes. They were dark and hard. Whatever had happened to her, he knew that she was no longer a stranger to the evil in the world.
No, he thought. Seemed she had become rather well-acquainted with it.
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