L.
Her eyes were greener than the grass she laid on. Her head was in his lap, those beautiful eyes looking straight at him. She was the only one who had ever looked at him like that. He knew she cared about him, and that she didn't mind his caring about her. It was all in her eyes. Her eyes had always been so welcome. Like the gates to a secret world, known only to them. And he loved it. He reveled in the knowledge that someone had a world they shared with only him. It was a secret for two, the first in a long line of secrets.
The moment she looked at him, he was hooked for life. Loving her meant loving her eyes. And her eyes were like a drug. The more he saw the more he needed. When she married, he thought the addiction would disappear, just as she had. But it hadn't. Of course it hadn't. Taking an alcoholic's vice didn't affect the want, except maybe to make it worse.
When she died, he thought the addiction would have to leave. Just as her eyes closed forever, that chapter of his life could close too. But her eyes never did leave. For eleven years he was clean. Sobered by necessity, until her son came back for him. They claimed it was for school, but he knew why the boy was back. It was haunting him. His worst enemy, a mere child.
He might very well have been crazy. He had enough reasons didn't he? But the old man wouldn't accept that he was crazy. So he stayed, and remembered the looks that had led him to new worlds long ago.
Part One of a four part series of very short one-shots. Reviews are always nice.