Gray eyes shift nervously. She can't choose, but who could expect her too? We look the same, but on the inside we're total opposites: aqua, warm, and soft or ice blue, cold, and hard. Either way she'll win, but one of us will lose.
She changed us both in ways she could never imagine. Me from blaming myself, and him from blaming everyone else. She was our savior without even knowing it and I think that's why we both love her.
Her head then drops in indecision and I smile over at him with a devilish grin, "It's okay, I'm good at sharing."