In His Eyes

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Author's note: Italisized is Mina. Bold is Meredith. Normal is both singing together. This is a filler :/

16 In His Eyes

On this summer night, during a fierce monsoon, two girls thought in unison of one boy.

Mina Lovett stood out in the warm rain as the wind blew her soaked hair out behind her. The warm rain reminded her of the deep blush whenever she sees Vlad, and the cool wind brought thoughts of his touch.

Meredith Brookstone sat locked up in her cool house this night as she sat by the window. She thought back to the Freedom Fest, where Vlad had nearly kissed her. Yet he didn't and hadn't spoken with her since.

"I sit and watch the rain, and see my tears run down the windowpane..."

"I sit and watch the sky, and I can hear it breathe a sigh..."

"I think of him, how we were..."

"And when I think of him, then I remember..."

"Remember..."

"In his eyes I can see where my heart longs to be!"

"In his eyes I see a gentle glow, and that's where I'll be safe, I know!"

"Safe in his arms, close to his heart..."

"But I don't know quite where to start..."

"By looking in his eyes, will I see beyond tomorrow?"

"By looking in his eyes, will I see beyond the sorrow that I feel? Will his eyes reveal to me promises or lies?"

"But he can't conceal from me the love in his eyes!"

"I know their every look, his eyes!"

"They're like an open book, his eyes!"

"But most of all: the look that hypnotized me!"

"If I'm wise, I will walk away and gladly..."

"But, sadly, I'm not wise. It's hard to talk away the mem'ries that you prize!"

"Love is worth forgiving for!"

"Now I realize -"

"Everything worth living for is there, in his eyes!"

"Love is worth forgiving for! Now I realize -"

"Now I realize -"

"Everything worth living for is there, in his eyes!"

Two voices sang out in overlapping thoughts of the same mysterious, confusing boy. Two tormented minds merging together by finishing the other's thoughts. Both had questions and both truly believed that all their answers lie in the eyes of one Vladimir Tod.

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