Dreaming of Reality

Dreaming of Reality

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But it was his eyes that not only caught my attention, but held it there, captive, hypnotized. Rimmed with thick, long dark lashes, they bored into me, holding so many deep-seated emotions it was hard not to lose myself in them. Above everything else, I could see the sadness, the suffering that seemed to consume him like a burning fire. It almost felt like, if I tried hard enough, I could reach into those eyes and find the actual person in their, hiding behind that cool, hard exterior, and most of all behind all that pain. "There's someone in there", I thought, "someone worth saving". When the lines between dreams and reality become blurred, it's hard to know who to trust...
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Take a ride with Iris on this beautiful journey, where she learns to live with her past, an hopefully discovers secrets that help her find who she truly is. I sat over the boundary wall thinking all this all by to myself. Sitting on the terrace alone with those thoughts, was the only time I could be myself. Suddenly there was a thud. I was startled but held on firmly. No one is supposed to know I am here, what if they find out.. what will I do.......... I had no answers. With fear I turned around expecting someone familiar, someone who discovered me,my place and waiting for that nagging voice. But what I found was a guy, an unfamiliar face, which brought to me a feeling of relief. But at the same time I felt a strange sensation, feeling I don't know afraid. The guy, clad in yellow shirt and sweatpants, with messy jet black hair, and pretty eyes looking at me with a questionable look. I don't know just what to say. I am feeling I am being interrogated, but how can there be such an effect just with one expression? I mean I should be the one with questions, after all this rather unknown potentially dangerous guy just somehow jumps to my terrace and instead of giving an apology looks at me with those questionable eyes. I wonder who the hell he thinks he... "Ummm... Are u all right miss?"

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