18. Roses
His eyes and his voice whispered of roses and rivers, and foreign mountains and lost things.
What frightened her the most was that sometimes, she found herself immersed more in his eyes than in her monochrome world. The same world that she thought she loved with all her heart and soul. That she'd grown up with, that had grown with her and become an inherent part of her she couldn't possibly let go of - but what if she did - what would happen then - what if -
No.
She rose out of the white waters to glance for a cue, passing her eyes over red and black and blue and grey and - gold. His gold eyes. They held her captive as he whispered the lines, as he sang of roses.
Her heart was playing tricks on her eyes. Her mind.
What did she love?
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Grey Light
Cerita PendekA collection of short pieces, one-shots, character sketches, and scenes that don't belong anywhere (yet). Alternative description: Word dump for thoughts & feelings I want to get out of my head or remember forever. June 2014-2018
