"Do you love me?" I looked up into his hazel eyes.
He blinked at me, suddenly confused, "Why would you think otherwise?"
Shedding a bleak smile I mumbled, "Just asking."
"Are my eyes beautiful?" he asked me. His question was full of wonder. It was like he was afraid of my answer at the same time.
I used my hands to hold his hand that was touching my face. "Yes," I smiled a warm smile at him. A smile that wasn't to cover the pain, it was just a pure warm smile from my heart.
"I see..." and then he smiled.