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I met her in the busy streets of New York. She was shivering, her chapped lips were shaking, her face was pale and she was looking around her. She was lost, and she was looking for somebody. I decided to come to her and offer my extra coat to her.
Her beautiful, innocent blue orbs were staring into my own green ones. I couldn't forget her eyes, it clearly speaks that she was shocked.
Same as the day of her death; her eyes looked at me in pure shock.