Death Before Me

Eyes Will Tell

A reapers eyes, tell a story, that words may never say. Hart knew this very well, how he hated his story being re-told. Blood red eyes, his eyes, told his story. Blood, all the blood, before Hart had died, he only remembered blood. His families blood. When he was angered the red would flare, his pupils changed to that of a feline. It made his sight twice as sharp. If he was bothered, or upset. They turned a dull red. No matter what, his eyes would remain red. Red, for the last thing he saw. His son's eyes, Grim, had a gorgeous blue. James, his human name, died by water. James had regular brown eyes, he had a dark life, a painful life. He solved that problem on a stormy day. A cliff perfectly sat atop the ocean waters. One leap and James was dead, his eyes stained with the cold blue waters of the ocean. Grim was born, with piercing blue eyes, that of the ocean. Grim hated the ocean, his eyes would tell the story, even to his lover, Aron. Grim started with chocolate brown eyes, and dirt brown hair. Once he hit the water, all that stained with the ocean waters. Brown turned blue, dirt  turned silver. All his pain was sucked into his eyes, trapped forever. Jackston hoped this boy that came into his son's life, would study those eyes. Understand what pain had happened. Jackston, had married his beautiful Christina, he loved that Reaper was now her last name. He never let her study his eyes, he knew if she saw, his story would spill, he couldn't show his pain. He remembers everything that happened that day, he knew his own pain. Hart studied eyes, he began to watch for them. To see, feel the stories of other. Only reapers would tell though, and he really had to stare to get them, unlike his son, one quick look and he was golden with the story. Hart loved to read them, he used to read over and over his son's eyes, entranced by what he did. This new boy would soon understand why. Hart's eyes only changed on shades of red, Grim's changed on feeling, when he felt great love or embarrassment, they'd shine pink, when he was sad, they were almost white. When he was angered, red would flare, like his father. He learned many other colors by this new boy. Dark red, turquoise, none which he knew what the meant. Nor did he really want to find out. He was happy with his wife and was content without bothering his son. He loved watching his wife's eyes, when she was happy they light up like a little kid, they would glow when she was angry, Hart loved this. He was entertained by it. The stories his eyes would tell was surprisingly entertaining. Even though they were always the saddest, he loved to read them like his favorite book, he'd read would read them.