Eyes DONT Lie

A young woman, perhaps in her early twenties, carries a quiet yet palpable vulnerability. Her eyes, once vibrant, now hold a guarded sadness, reflecting a past marked by heartbreak. She has long, dark hair that frames her delicate face, often tucked behind her ears as though trying to hide from the world. Her smile, when it does appear, is fleeting, a shadow of the warmth it once held.

Her demeanor is cautious hesitant in forming new connections, as if every interaction carries the weight of a potential wound. The scars left by her ex-boyfriend are not visible but linger in the way she flinches at kind gestures or avoids eye contact when the conversation turns too personal. The trauma of betrayal and emotional harm has built walls around her heart, walls she both fears and longs to dismantle.

She is torn between the hope of finding love again and the fear of reopening old wounds. Her friends encourage her to trust, to move forward, but she struggles, haunted by memories that whisper, "What if it happens again?" Beneath her guarded exterior lies a yearning to heal and to believe in love once more, but the journey seems steep and uncertain.