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ββ His eyes that reflected thousands of emotions, writhing underneath an accustomed facade he covered himself with. I could see through those eyes. That silver iris of his spoke to me like a dull afternoon sky with vague, grey clouds. I could see my reflection in his pupils, my own reflection that made me think I was something more than just a part of our troupe. We used to stare at one another, and it was always my reflection that got most of my attention. It's as if the glimmer in his eyes meant glee for being with me.
And yet, if they were my own reflections, why did he suddenly become so distant from me the moment I came back? So close to me.. yet so faraway.. unlike before, keeping his distance as if he was shielding himself from the person whom he used to look at vehemently.
When I came to Vesuvia, a realization upon another one soon struck me.
β I may be the one whose reflection is in his eyes, but not the one who's in his heart-not the person he longs to be with... β
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