Sahara
I watched, as tiny teardrops of water slid down my car's windowpane. A reflection of a woman's almond shaped eyes green eyes with a tint of blue, arched thin eyebrows, long eyelashes, and a full cupped lips. All those perfect features got from her mother, except her medium size nose, and her heart shaped head whom she got from her father. I stared at the reflection of that woman on the windowpane. The blurry reflection. A teardrop of rain sliding down below her eyes as if she was crying. Not long from now that woman was just a kid. A teenager in specific. A 15- year old who had stuggled in life. Lost. Confused. Terrified. I just stared at the reflection of that woman. Her eyes. Her almond shaped green pupil eyes that was so familiar to me. A piece of the past. The eyes of her mother. My mother. By just looking into those eyes, memories came flooding back to my mind. Horrible memories, yet tragic. The memory....that made me what I am now.
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Sahara's Secret
Mystery / Thriller"A tragic. Mishap. wishing it will going away. how can I run when its printed in my head?" -Sahara "There she was again. So beautiful. Her green eyes completes it all, but she's always secure. Like she's hiding something..."-noel
