His Eyes

Every man who will ever look in his eyes will say they are green. She knew they aren't. This man's eyes, they were just impossible. They were green, yes, but inside those eyes, there was so much more. There where dark brown and light brown, light green and dark green, and even gold spots. There where subtle, thin white stripes, running out from his pupils to the outside, that all she could do was just to stare into them and wonder, just wonder, what's hiding behind.

Oh, those eyes. So young, but so old at the same time. Even when he was jumping in cheerfulness, frolicsome around the console or laughing about this or that, behind the happiness mask, there was hiding deep and dark sadness, heavier than anyone could ever imagine. Those eyes, they saw so many sights- happy and sad, joyful and painful. They cried too much- a whole river, enough to fill two ponds. He lived so much, lost too much more than anyone ever has to lose. However, there were single times when he forgot all of this. Single, rare moments, when his eyes were really and truly happy. Those times she just couldn't resist them.