Writing Prompts I Found

3: Eyes

She had his eyes..

The same eyes I saw walking into my kindergarten at age four. I has just moved there, a scared little girl who had just lost her father. I was quiet, not wanting to be near anyone. But he was persistent. His eyes like jewels, rare emerald with flecks of pure gold. Of course I didn't notice that back then. But I did notice.. Him.

His tanned skin, chocolate curls that fell over his forehead. He was a bubbly child, tugging on my sleeve and shoving toys in my face, telling me stories his parents and grandparents and parents before them had told him. Drawing pictures about said stories, always filled with Elves and Dragons and such. We became good friends. He was fun. Such an imagination.

The same eyes I opened my door to. I invited him over to my house often. I took him to my room, showing him my toys and things. He said they were "interested". My mom liked him. She said he was "very polite". My dad liked him. He said he had a "good head on his shoulders". He still told me the stories. Drawing me pictures about said stories, filled with Elves and Dragons and such. We hung out a lot. He was fun. Such an imagination.

The same eyes I walked to school with. Every year we were in the same classes. It was a funny coincidence he said, and I agreed. He was so smart. Always seemed to understand topics immediately, offering to help me study when I didn't get it. I asked if we could go to his house to study. Even halfway through middle school at this point, I've still never met his parents. But he just smiled, saying I'd probably be more.. Comfortable at my own house. As a child, I didn't question it. Even while we sat in my living room, studying algebra, he told me stories. Drawing pictures about said stories, filled with Elves and Dragons and such. I teased him, calling him an Elf because of his funny ears, something he hides with his hair. He smiled and said he was an Elf. I laughed. Such an imagination.

The same eyes he shared with his father. It wasn't until the beginning of Senior year of high school that I saw his parents. He had asked me to be his girlfriend during Junior year. I accepted, having grown feelings for him throughout these years. But when he came to my house to walk us to school, a woman was following him. She didn't have his green eyes, so I naturally assumed his dad had them. His mother just stared at me, looking.. Nervous? When I asked her about it, she snapped out of her trance and shook her head, kissing her son goodbye and rushing back in the direction I'm guessing their home is. On the way to school he told me the stories. Pulling pictures he drew about the stories, filled with Elves and Dragons and such. I noticed weird tattoos going up his arms, swirls and what seems to be tribal symbols. I asked them what they were and he pointed to his drawings, seeing the male elves were covered in them. Such an imagination.

The same eyes that peered up at me, ring in hand. Years had passed and we stayed heavily close. Still dating, coming to see year other everyday. Graduating together. Going to the same college. Graduating from that together as well. We were stuck, side by side. We moved in together, got different jobs but within the same hours. Sometimes he'd even come and visit me. After two years of living together, he proposed. I said yes. Going to bed that night, he held me close and told me the stories. Drawings hung on our wall about said stories, filled with Elves and Dragons and such. He told me I was his Queen, despite the species difference. Such an imagination.

The same eyes that said "I Do". Our wedding was beautiful, after a two year engagement. My entire family was there. His mother was there. Not his father. When I asked where he was, his mother didn't answer. She had a blank look in her eyes, seeming in a daze. He didn't seem concerned. He kissed me, saying he couldn't wait to have a family with me. I was too.

The same eyes that disappeared, a week before our one year anniversary. I looked everywhere for him. Called his mother. She was no where to be seen. Filed a missing persons case. I was terrified, staying up at night weeping. To cope I told the stories to myself, admiring his drawings about them, filled with Elves and Dragons and such. I miss him. He had such an imagination.

The same eyes that our child had. I found out I was pregnant a week after the search began. I forever had a piece of him. She was a beautiful little one. She looked like me, but her eyes opened to reveal his eyes like jewels, rare emerald with flecks of pure gold. The doctors said it was strange her iris were already so developed and vivid. She was unique, just like her father. She even had his funny, elf-ears.

But there was something especially strange about her. The moment she could speak, she began telling the stories her father spoke of, which I've never told her. She said her "Daddy" told her these whenever I asked. She babbled about these stories, drawing pictures of said stories, filled with Elves and Dragons and such. She said she was an Elf, like her Daddy. I don't know if this is just her imagination.

It's her first day of first grade. She came home, saying she meant someone. She spoke of this boy in her class, saying he was her new best friend. Déjà vu hit me like a truck. This was how her father and I met. How?

On their first day of Senior year, I walked her to the boy's house. He was a sweet kid. I could tell they liked each other. I said quiet, watching them. Would she do what her father did to me? How would that effect this boy?

"Why are you staring at me?"

I snapped out of my daze, realizing I had been standing silently with my eyes locked on the boy. My daughter was staring me too.

She had his eyes, the same shade of green with speckled with flecks of gold.

I shook my head, kissing my daughter's forehead and began hurrying back home. I could hear the boy's voice behind me.

"Where'd you get those tattoos from?"