His starry eyed girl.

exactly same eyes.

The same eyes , which I am seeing in my dreams since I started to understand my surroundings.

But right now I am seeing infront of my face standing while holding a gun in his hand so normally as if holding a rose.

his eyes same colour as my dreams as i vividly remember, not an ordinary shade of orbs, violet.
almost mistaken as black but no . it's violet.
i have seen it closely many times in my dreams.

right now seeing infront me , staring at my trembling figure blankly as if he had not made someone unalive infront me without flinching.

his tall frame hidden in Black clothes and a mask on face, standing infront me so closely making me forget to breathe, as if waiting for me to make a move.

Then without my permission, my hand moved upward, still shaking with fear yet the curiosity inside me didn't help me to Stop what I was doing.
my hand touched the mask and I slide it downwards till his chin and my lungs forget to breathe, this time real.

I took the few steps backward not because it felt ugly but because it felt familiar. too much familiar.
but too my surprise the man standing infront me finally moved and his hand , the same holding that gun moved towards my waist not touching me, not yet.
but forcing me stay at my place by holding that gun at the side of my waist.

i gasped for the air , my body stopped moving, rooting at my place, near him.

and after finally, staring at my face all the time which felt like eternity, he spoke, voice too much low might be mistaken as a whisper,

" bad move , starry eyes."