Her eyes were hues of the forest, surrounded by dark moss. It was the kind of earthly green that revives the grass after a cruel, unforgiving winter. Interwoven shades hiding the chaotic nature behind. He had never before seen eyes that held beauty and danger all at once. She was a wildfire: reckless, untamed, yet undeniably captivating. She was lily young or so he thought. He looked at me, his black eyes drilling into mine. I couldn't help but think - I'd never seen such dark eyes with so much pain and hurt but also hope and wonder.
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