A person walks up to me, sitting alone under a tree.
They ask why I stopped talking.
I just shrug.
I of course know the answer.
He is clawing at my heart right now.
I realize that if that person walks away, he will show his eyes.
I grab their arm and set them down.
They look at me weird so I just shrug again.
He starts clawing harder, but I ignore it.
The person starts going on about lots of stuff.
He slows down on clawing my heart.
After minutes of the person talking. He finally stops.
Then for the first time in months, I smile.
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Lovely Green Eyes (In Final Editing)
HorrorHer lovely greens eyes always disappear. I see them there, as beautiful as ever. But then he always appears, covering her eyes. She never gets to stay for long. And soon, she'll never even come.
