The best blue eyes

Prologue

—Just close your eyes and think of something incredible —she said there, in the most awesome night ever seen. They also were lying on the top of a mountain. Pirineos, a mountain range that is between Spain and France, was the place chosen by the couple for vacations.

—I think —he took a deep breath and looked at her—, that if you look at what you want to imagine, would be better than if you close your eyes and think of that vaguely. She preferred to look at the shiny stars while she blushed. She continued feeling that beautiful gaze.

—You —this time she was the one who breathed deeply—. You always make me feel better, thank you! —after these words, they gave each other a big hug. 

—And I wonder how you can make me feel better even without saying nothing, just being with me.

This time it didn't matter that it was dark because it could notice that she got color in her cheeks intensely. 

Her slow brain tried to think of a reply to what he said. Finally, after 3 minutes without talking to each other, she spoke to him.

—Hey! do you want to see something beautiful?

—Sure, let's see!

She took a small mirror from her pocket and put it in front of him. 

—Once I told you I'm always right —she kidded.

Her commentary didn't make anything in the face of his. However, she just waited patiently for the reply in silence.

—Good one! Though, it wasn't necessary to put that in front of me because you had something better which are your eyes, they're more than enough.

<<OMG, he could make me blush three times in a few minutes, and I couldn't once at least.>>  She thought. 

The camp was near them. It was almost 2:00 a.m. However, they could listen to an annoying sound.

—Oh, shit! It's him again!

They remembered some guys who were going to travel to that mountain range, too. Especially him, he's known for being rude and a bad student. 

—I think we've got to go —continued the girl who was upset. Then it could hear a shot. 

—Be quiet! —an unknown man appeared in front of them.

—You should be the quiet one —both she and he started to laugh out loud. 

The girl took a gun from her bag. They knew that situations like that one could happen. Everyone hates them.

—What are you trying, idiot? —the small woman pointed with her gun directly to his heart. 

Suddenly, a lot of people appeared around them, in the darkness. Their leader, who was one of the people who had just appeared, a pretty and strong woman spoke to them out loud. 

—We should have known it —the short girl whispered to him.

Their leader continued talking to them. 

—So you tried to be against my son, didn't you? —she took a little gun from her pocket—. You should know that the ones who are against my community are against me —now her gun was pointed to the girl who was sat in the grass.

—Let's see if you are as brave as you let us see at that stupid university —the first man in appearing talked to him—. I think —the guy hesitated— that a person can't live without being loved —he breathed profundly and continued—. Too sad she's the only one who loves you! or, should I say "loved"?

—Look, I don't know what you're talking about —he expressed to him immediately.

—I do! —his girlfriend, who still had a gun in her hands knew what he was talking about—. And for your information, I love him.

—You sure? —without considering two times, a bullet got away the leader's gun— Loved...

Then, both sadness and angriness were in the air he breathed. He certainly didn't know what to do. <<Can I help her to live?>> he thought while looked at the wound that woman, who had gone about 30 minutes ago, had caused her. Just a few minutes later, when that weird group had gone at all, he heard the same sounds. 

<<Why me>> he thought. He took the gun his girlfriend still had in her right-hand which before couldn't make any movement.

—Oh, we've seen they're not the only ones who want you to be dead —someone behind him talked to that sad boy with a horrible voice.

—So, if that makes you happier, why don't I do it without waiting others do it? —the gun he had just taken was pointing directly to his head.

That night it could hear another shot. The man behind him got speechless.

—Who said she wants you to be dead?—could finally say that powerful and disgusting man who had a gun, too. 

Ironicly, after killing enough people, that man wanted something better, or... can we call it "better" really?