A/N: Don't read from this point onwards if you hate crazy psycho Jacks. I wrote this at 12 in the morning, which is why it sounds a bit crazy 0w0 Enjoy! Oh yeah, The title was actually referring to Jack's eyes.
From the moment Ann saw him, she decided that she liked his eyes.
A greyish hue-a storm, a storm of secrets-were his eyes, swirling with mystery.
Ann wanted to find out this mystery.
She wondered. The world was in motion, moving on without her, and she thought. She wanted to know. She needed to know.
His eyes. They were driving her insane. She was certain that there would be something behind that innocent exterior of his. Whispers, rumours travelled across town fast. About that hermit of a farmer, always in his farm, not even bothering to join them during festivals.
Manna, speaking rapidly, told Ann about how he only took company of animals, how his existence was only true due to the crops he transported-
"Quite a lot for a mere farm boy."
Leaving the inn, she left a piece of advice for her-
"Don't be too concerned about him, or you might regret it."
Ann would have laughed then. She's not laughing now.
Of course she wouldn't have heeded her advice. She wouldn't have heeded anyone's advice.
She would come to regret it.
The need was growing. As snow fell on the dark fertile soil of his farm, she crept to his little hut on Christmas Eve, where everybody got ready for Christmas in the warmth of their houses. Their laughter didn't reach her though.
It was dark. She could clearly see her misty breath in the cold of the might, and she pulled her scarf closer to herself for comfort. It was freezing, but beads of sweat rolled down her face.
Breath in, breath out.
Why was she so scared?
All she could hear was her heart beat, fluttering away as though counting down the seconds of her life.
She was terrified. What was she doing?
Her breaths were getting louder and louder, until she seemed to be gasping for air.
A rustle.
Then a scream broke through the silence of the night. A deafening shriek from hell, grasping for anything to save herself-
And then there was silence.
Curiosity had killed the cat.
A/N: ...That was fun