Her eyes. A deep shade of ocean. A quiet, tranquil surface of ocean. Too quiet.
Her eyes. Her soul-sucking eyes. Luring me in, trapping me still. Unwillingly so.
Those eyes. Drowning in them as if they were the very air i breathe. Drinking them in as if they were the last drop of sustenance i have. Unwittingly so.
In a moment, it was just me and her in that moonlit garden. In a moment, the ocean in her eyes wavered, the moon adorning them.
That still-as-a-painting memory bored into my soul and became my life source.