'God, I loved her eyes.
They held the whole ocean.
When she was happy, they were a clear, radiant blue. They were usually slightly crinkled around the corners as she laughed or smiled, and there was no trace of a storm.
But when she was angry? Oh, that was a completely different matter. They were gray, murky, and blazing with rage. Those eyes could burn a hole in your heart.
When she was sad? They turned icy, cold, totally unlike her. There were a few clouds, but mostly just ice. This hurt me the most.
The day she left, they were an odd mix of the there. Those eyes swallowed me whole, and I'm still trying to get out of them.
-excerpt from a story I will never write
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