The One Behind the Eyes

He looked up at me with scared and surprised eyes. I found myself glued to them. His eyes were round and gleaming like jewels, a careful mix of moss green with hints of golden brown. They were huge and shiny, illed with a hunger for life. It was like they glowed, sucked you into them, read your entire soul and spit you back out. But deep down I could see something as strong as the light. A sadness. At the bottom of his eyes.