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I don't recall his eyes always being like that, filled with terror. Such a depth in them, that if i got just a tad closer i could fall into that blank, bloodcurdling space. I remember those big, round, green, pale brown around the pupils, eyes. Just a glance of his would in an instant send shivers down my spine and my lungs would lack air because he had always managed to take my breath away. And now? Now instead of having wrinkles around the eyes from laughing , there was a shade of purple, darkness and green veins under, to match his intoxicating eyes. His face was slowly fading away. Forever choking on the words he wish he would have said ,but didn't. He was aching in the most numb way.
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Blade's eyes turned cold. Like a dark colored ocean that just froze. He took a frightening step forward so now his face was only inches from my face, even with his height, making my breath hitch in my throat. I could no longer breath. No longer see people repeatedly walking past my house. No longer hear those birds in the tree that were begging me to run. I could only see his dark blue eyes that held so much danger and anger. I could only hear his rapid breathing and even his fast heartbeat. I was just that dazed into his stare.... more like glare. "Is there someone else?" he said so low no one could hear but me. And I heard him. So clearly. I heard the threat telling me to say yes for he can make whoever the competition is disappear. I heard the anger he held behind his low tone. I heard the jealousy beyond anything. That was what clouded over everything. "N-no," I stuttered. I'm angry to admit I was scared. How he towered over me didn't make it any better. Standing proudly at maybe a 6'4 or 6'5. While I stood at a 5'5. He scanned my face trying to look for any sign of me lying. And when he backed up I knew he couldn't find one because what I said was indeed true. To be honest there was only him. And it seems like that is what it will always be. The all famous gang leader and tough girl, cross paths. He hates disrespect and that's what she's all about. How do you think this will all play out in the end?

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