Through The Eyes

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Cy was halfway down an unfamiliar street, clenching her arms close to her chest since she was wearing the same short sleeved shirt that she wore since last night. Body heat gathered in her then left, the winds hands grabbing what they could off her.

Then she heard the faint footsteps of her father running up behind her.

"Cy wait!" Thomas called out, jogging fast to catch up with his daughter.

For a thirty-seven year old man, Cy had to admit her dad took care of himself where he could have run for hours and not have lost much breath. He was pretty fit for his age and he still looked quite young; with his always scruffy face and naturally black hair and a pair shiny eyes, they made him look nineteen or twenty.

Cy's hair covered her face from the winds blowing on her back as her father called her name one more time.

"Cy," he slowed down coming right to his daughter's side. "Cy, what was that about? I know you've been under a lot of stress as it is but–"

"But what?" Cy cut in, she didn't dare look at her father. Her eyes were up ahead looking down the faintly white flaked sidewalk. "First of all yes I have been under a lot of stress but that's because I haven't been getting a lot of sleep," she raised her voice slightly but calmed herself.

"And second, that wasn't a big deal at all over there, I have never–" she tried to find her words, "That woman–Leanna–she just... she just seems different." Cy ran a hand through her hair trying to push it all back. It didn't work.

She noticed the road with only three cars passing in the three minutes she was walking.

Weird, she thought. Usually there are a lot of cars down every road.

The stores and teashops were all lined nicely down the long road with their signs glowing and the people in each teashop happy giggling with their friends. But Cy quickly tore her gaze away focusing on the matter at hand; the road she was on.

"Cy, everyone is different. That should be a good thing." Her father said looking at his daughter, though she did not look over.

"Remember what I always say: if everyone in the world was the same–"

"–it would be boring." Cy joined her father saying the last part. She buried her eyebrows together, trying to be more upset but her father added more.

"And?" Thomas smiled over to his daughter waiting for the rest.

Cy's eyes moved to the corners, she glanced at her father and a smile dared at her lips, "And we wouldn't have pizza supreme."

Thomas smiled, "Thatta girl." He wrapped his arm around his daughter giving her a quick squeeze as they continued on the road.

Cy moved her lips back and forth and around, trying to get serious once again.

"But dad, she did seem different." Cy raked her brain and brought up the picture of the women Leanna.

Thomas looked down to Cy. His silver green eyes looking curious and confused. "Different how, Cy?"

Cy glanced up at her father, bringing her eyebrows together, "You didn't see her eyes? Her eyes were really strange but awfully pretty." She looked back to the road, not really wanting to trip if she wasn't looking.

A flash of recognition ran over his face. He stiffened on the inside as thoughts ran through his mind at a hundred miles per hour.

Thomas looked down at his daughter but this time his eyes held worry, disbelief, sadness, and question.

In the few moments of silence between them, the only thing thought that played at his mind was "It's too early."

"You did see that they were gold right?" Cy asked, trying her best not to sound too rude.

The comment brought Thomas out of his thoughts. He slightly shook his head getting his raging emotions under control, but sadness still hinted in his eyes.

Leanna's gold eyes still remained in Cy's thoughts; she couldn't get her mind off of their beauty and mystery. Familiarity of the gold eyes appeared and disappeared in her mind: she knew she had seen them before; she just wasn't sure where, or even when.

"Her eyes probably just appeared gold from the light in the room." Thomas tried to convince Cy. He then quickly added, "Her eyes are probably just as mysterious just as your purple blue ones."

Cy looked up to her dad, a crooked smile was on her face. "But my eyes are not gold. They just are different..." then she trailed off. Just as her words left her mouth she began letting lose on the gold eyes.

Thomas kissed the top of Cy's head and squeezed her again, as if saying he wasn't wanting to let her go.

"You are different. But a good different," He smiled down at his daughter's head.

Cy mumbled under her breathe, "Gee, thanks."

Thomas laughed.

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