And there she was, the gifted woman, god herself.
She was looking at me.
Her eyes.
Her big black eyes, as if the hole universe was in those big eyes of hers.
Beautiful.
So gorgeous.
...
I love her.
...
But why was she looking at me like that?
She looks scared, but why?
There is no reason to be scared.
No one has ever seen her scared.
No one.
Ever.
