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God, I loved her eyes.

They held the whole ocean.

When she was happy, they were a clear, radiant blue. They were usually slightly crinkled around the corners as she laughed or smiled, and there was no trace of a storm.

But when she was angry? Oh, that was a completely different matter. They were gray, murky, and blazing with fire Those eyes could burn a hole in your heart

When she was sad? they turned icy, cold, and totally unlike her. There were a few clouds, but mostly just ice. This hurt me the most.

The day she left, they were an odd mix of the three. Those eyes swallowed me whole, and I'm still trying to get out of them.

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