They say the eyes are the windows to the soul...

The eyes. They say the eyes are the windows to the soul. But in that moment, that single moment... there was nothing.
This man standing next to me, this man, my once brother, showed nothing for me, no love, tenderness, no nothing. Merely cold brown eyes staring at the camera.
Where we once stood as equals, now he stood in front of me... asserting his dominance, pitchfork in hand looking menacing, yet, showing nothing.
Why? How did it become like this...
All these thoughts swirling inside my head...
I glanced at my once brother, and in that moment... that single moment... the camera flashed. And our faces were forever set in stone.
They say that the eyes are the windows to the soul...
                             They're wrong.