Imperfection

It was if as in slow motion, the two dark lenses that covered his unseeing eyes slid off, only to reveal even darker eyes, steely as a blazing storm. The kind of eyes that could see into your soul, the kind of eyes that would make everyone stop in their tracks just to see those eyes. The kind of eyes that...couldn't see?
I didn't even realize I was crying until two large hands cupped my face, slowly wiping the tears off.
I had to look away.
Even though he couldn't see me, I didn't look at him, I couldn't.
My eyes closed on their own accord as his hands wandered on my face, touching everything. His fingers slid over my forehead, my eyelids, my nose, until he reached my mouth. He stopped, and I stopped, and the whole world seemed to stop. I felt his lips gingerly brush against my forehead, then each eyelid, in between my eyes, my nose. When his fingers brushed the scar that ran along my cheekbone, he placed a soft kiss there.
This was too intimate for me.
My breath hitched as he trailed his lips to mine, hovering, waiting.
My lips parted as I felt his warm breath fan over my mouth.
"Don't," his rough voice was soft, softer than it had ever been. The warmth from his hands cupping my face disappeared.
He was gone, just as quickly as he appeared.