Spoilers for Season 5.
Her eyes
By Gumnut
17 Apr 2006
I look into her eyes.
A cool night, far above the city. She is talking, curious, her voice as melodious as ever, a sweet song I loved to listen to, whether she knew it or not. Numbers and symbols once tripping over her tongue, most of which I understood little, but was willing to bear just to hear her speak.
Music is in the ear of the audience.
I look into her eyes.
She always had a crazy reverence for life, an energy, a spark that never dimmed. A slight young woman, a wisp of a girl instilled with a strength stronger than all of us. She fought with quiet dignity, giving the world what she could even when it gave nothing back.
Alcohol burns.
I look into her eyes.
And I see what was. I see love and possibilities. Hope to draw me from the ever-spinning depths of despair. Something to cling to, someone to love, to cherish, to hold in the darkness, to protect, and to perhaps even seek love in return.
Dreams tease to be fulfilled.
I look into her eyes.
And I see the past. Others who've looked into those depths. Harm. Horrors. Happiness. Sweet memories and innocence stolen. She needed protection, yet I found myself protected by her. Even in her disappointment and scorn.
Love hurts.
I look into her eyes.
They were brown, a hint of amber, clear, full of promise and laughter. They were always smiling, always happy in their own way, even in the darkest of moments, even when she called out to me, pleaded with me…
Begged to stay.
I look into her eyes.
And I see poetry. Ironic tragedy and despair. I see hope shattered. I see pain and the tantalising lure of what might have been, but will never be. I see anger. I see hurt.
I see little more than a reflection of myself.
Ice is cold.
Because when I look into her eyes…
She is no longer there.
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