Chapter Seven:
Derrick's P.O.V:
Something changed.
There was a new light to her eyes, but the dark shadows, trapping her bright blue light, hasn't gone away.
Sometimes I couldn't stop myself from staring at her.
She was just so beautiful.
And her eyes...I could stare into them all day if I could.
Most blue eyes are so captivating, you swear that you could just dive into them, but when you peer into Silver's frozen irises, you can feel an electrical chill so cold that as it runs down your spine, it leaves your entire body comfortably numb.
Every tendril of various shades of incandescent striking white-blue staying lined up next to one and other making her eyes themselves seem like a white tundra, it's as if a blizzard is eternally raging on with a black void in the center that are her pupils. They don't capture light, but they defy it. They're so blue that they literally glow, but there is the occasion that she smiles.
She was like a piece of art that nobody could understand, leaving everyone who stared confused and uncomprehending.
But to me, she's that kind of art that leaves you staring at its perfection, thinking back on your life, rethinking all your past decisions. The kind of art that inspires you instantly. The art that you feel was made for you and only you.
Even in her silence, it was like she was speaking to me. She was drawing me to her as she looked up at me with her stormy eyes, and I couldn't look away. I didn't want to.
She was my favorite piece of art, and I was the only one who understood her.
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The Best I Can Do
RomansStruggling to deal with the death of her parents, Erin Silver has to move across the country to live with her relatives in California. All she wants to be is alone. She doesn't want friends or relationships. She doesn't communicate to anyone. She...
