Brown

"My eyes are just brown" she whispered. "just?" he asked slightly tilting her chin so she would face the mirror, sunrays falling upon her through the window.
"You see those?" he whispered. Those rays of gold and pools of honey. Those are your eyes. They ink your soul. They remind me of the earth after every rain and the leaves of autumn. They remind me of coffee and chocolate. They swirl into shades of amber that comfort every inch of mine. They shine the colour of kindness. And you dare to say, just?"
Amara is an ordinary girl trying to fit in to the new university environment in a new country. One day, she finds a boy and a reason to hate him. But is it hate? Or is it the blossoming of a new liking?