Looking at her, you'd never know how broken she actually was under that gorgeous smile, or how hard it was to keep it up. Honestly, you'd never really know anything about her just by looking at her.
I guess you can't really know anyone by just looking at them. You'll never know who they really are, what painful memories they relive at night, what dark secret they'll take to the grave. But you can always tell that there is a dark secret. You can always tell that they relive that memory. There's always life there.
But with her... There was nothing. It was like she had never lived, just appeared. Her eyes held no life, not even the shattered remains of one that had been torn from her by that one horrible memory. Where there should have been joy and pain and love and hate, there was just... Darkness. Her infinite irises blended into her pupils, their only limits being the white pools that surrounded them.
At least, that's what it seemed like at first. If you ever got the chance to look closer, you'd see that those blackholes held the whole universe, yet they were much older than that. They were as deep as space itself and held just as many stars. Her eyes did hold life; they held all of it.
It made me realize how big it all was; existence, that is. There was more to being alive than just living. There was more than memories and secrets. There was more to it than us. It was all her. Everything. I came to realize that she wasn't the one that had just appeared. She didn't come from anywhere. She had always been. And she always will be.
