winter

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i used to think blue eyes were basic.

but no, his eyes weren't.

i hadn't ever seen a blue that cold, that icy.

his eyes were almost white.

and they were spectacular.

i wanted to lose myself in them, in him.

he could shoot you a glare that could freeze hell over.

or he could give you that heart-stopping, adoring glance that says "i will always protect you."

i wanted him to protect me.

i wanted him to give me that second look, that tender, steady gaze of his, with his magnificent winter eyes.

and i wanted to be the only one to receive that look.

i've already lost myself in him.

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