Those gray eyes stared back at her, haunting, taunting. They threatened to know everything about her, stealing her secrets, taking her spirit and spilling her soul. They were tortured eyes, and against her own better judgment she couldn't help but see that her own eyes matched his in a way she wished they wouldn't.
She hated and loved it at the same time as she stared back into his gray orbs.
"I'm sorry," he whispered, his voice raw with emotion. "I'm so sorry."
She sighed. How could she not accept an apology, with gray sincerity staring back at her, embodying everything she wanted but wasn't sure she could have?
His smile was unsure, but real all the same. She grasped his hand and leaned into his embrace, closing her eyelids in the hope of escaping the terror that she saw in those eyes. Those eyes were too deep- they had seen too much already, and she didn't want to be haunted anymore by the deaths and torture he had seen and experienced. All she wanted was to comfort him, to make him forget.
She smiled into his shoulder as he rubbed her back gently. She was safe here. They were safe.
Love was forbidden.
But they needed love. It was all they had.
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