After much silence and small talk, he walked her home at four thirty in the morning. As they walked, he strained his eyes to look at her. Not just her, but her eyes. Those eyes that she said, never lied.
See, he was intrigued. So very intrigued by those honest eyes of hers, for honesty was rare. Everything in the world was covered with lies. What laid underneath with the molten rocks and dinosaur fossils, he assumed, was just another web of lies. Thus for him, the promise of eyes that could not lie was interesting indeed.
But, how odd. She hid her eyes from him at all cost.
YOU ARE READING
three am.
Teen Fictionyou haven't really met me until it's three am and we're all alone.
