Become a Fan
By C.A. Reed
Sunday, September 21, 2003
"who are you?", she asked, as she averted her eyes
for the weight of his grew too heavy
those eyes fathomed her soul. she knew about his situation for a friend divulged a secret to which she should not have ever been privy, however, it did not quelch desires any more than gasoline would put out a fire. they were the sort of eyes that gleamed silvery blue and green, and were further pronounced by a pair of lush, dark eyebrows.
his stature did not much exceed her frame, though she noted the various incongruities between their shapes and sizes-- there was something comforting in the strength of his personage which she could not quite rationalize within herself--but, she knew she felt a safety that she had not known in years.
sometimes, she found, through past experience, it was difficult to look people in the eye for extended periods of time. the weight of their glance was, at points, uncomfortable and daunting-- she even feared those eyes a little, for she was never really sure of who was capable of hurting her...
but his eyes, she looked and looked, and in them forded oceans, gasping violently, half-expecting to never find land...
--to be continued
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