I looked straight into his eyes, his blue eyes. They looked like a clear blue sky right before a harsh cold storm. They had that glint clouds have before lightning strikes. They captured the beauty of the sky painted with blue and the coldness of the wind brushing your fingertips. But Somehow his eyes were warm. They didn't make me stiff under his gaze, they seized everything good. He did the same looking into my dark brown eyes. My eyes didn't even look brown, they were basically black and boundlessly boring.
