Gaze-Xzavier Nickerson
Preface
Her Eyes were Fire, despite her Icy Gaze.
If I had a heart, it just might have skipped a beat. In my entire existence I had never once met a single person I would give my immortality to have, to hold, much less a klutzy, blushing senior that had happened to clumsily stumble across the cafeteria and land face flat in her lunch right across my feet. As I offered her a hand, she swept it away, whether it was of embarrassment or trying to salvage what little pride she must have had left, I would never know. She rose, gracefully, despite her recent escapade. That's when I met her eyes, blue as any ocean, bright as the newest of stars, and of course the way they seemed to burn like scarlet fiery coals, underneath the oh so icy gaze she cast upon me. I have never cowered under a stare but I could have been a deer in headlights, because for the first time I could remember, I felt absolutely helpless.
