Heya Minna! Hope you enjoy this!
Red Eyes
By Ginga aka KTB
She was like a butterfly with wings of the silkiest material ever created. The outfit was black and this brought her whole features out in a wonderfully enigmatic way. Sometimes He dreamed they were flying up in the sky. Those beautiful butterfly wing keeping us from falling to our immediate deaths below. The ground below them was red...like her eyes.
Maybe it was her attitude toward life is what drew him to her. Her happy-go-lucky smile was a gleam of heaven. Others had probably been afraid by her outlandish behavior, but not him, or me for that matter. He savored every minute of it. He loved the way she cutely laughed and sighed with slight exaggeration. Then with a wink and a cheerful "I'll see you later!" She'd skip away humming a tune no one created but herself. The way her red eyes twinkled made him melt in his seat.
When it was her birthday her lover gave her a small gift. She first seemed surprised and hesitant. I had thought he had offended her somehow, but when he asked she giggled lightly, with tears in her eyes, and shook her head. Her eyes were full of thanks and love. Her small tears making her eyes glow like rubies.
I must admit, I sound like some crazy killer when I keep mentioning her eyes, but you see, I have them melded in my mind ever since the day I did the 'job.' I was never really partial to the color red. My color would have to be green, like her sibling's emerald eyes. His bright, shining emerald eyes...
Now I look at the clock before me and smile. Those eyes were red and so is blood. Those eyes are now black and so is death.
Red Eyes
By Ginga aka KTB
She was like a butterfly with wings of the silkiest material ever created. The outfit was black and this brought her whole features out in a wonderfully enigmatic way. Sometimes He dreamed they were flying up in the sky. Those beautiful butterfly wing keeping us from falling to our immediate deaths below. The ground below them was red...like her eyes.
Maybe it was her attitude toward life is what drew him to her. Her happy-go-lucky smile was a gleam of heaven. Others had probably been afraid by her outlandish behavior, but not him, or me for that matter. He savored every minute of it. He loved the way she cutely laughed and sighed with slight exaggeration. Then with a wink and a cheerful "I'll see you later!" She'd skip away humming a tune no one created but herself. The way her red eyes twinkled made him melt in his seat.
When it was her birthday her lover gave her a small gift. She first seemed surprised and hesitant. I had thought he had offended her somehow, but when he asked she giggled lightly, with tears in her eyes, and shook her head. Her eyes were full of thanks and love. Her small tears making her eyes glow like rubies.
I must admit, I sound like some crazy killer when I keep mentioning her eyes, but you see, I have them melded in my mind ever since the day I did the 'job.' I was never really partial to the color red. My color would have to be green, like her sibling's emerald eyes. His bright, shining emerald eyes...
Now I look at the clock before me and smile. Those eyes were red and so is blood. Those eyes are now black and so is death.