When the smoke cleared, you could see her eyes. The deep, drown-in-them eyes; always heavily circled in black eyeliner, no matter the hour. The deeper you fell into her eyes, the more of her you could read- at first the bottomless brown pools looked hard and cold, and you could sense the violence, power and strength- the sadistic tendencies that made her lethal. But if you went further, further into the Faith that was never seen, her eyes looked like sweet melting chocolate. You could feel her insatiable craving for some kind of love, any kind of love. Safety, comfort and happiness. She longed for peace, for someone to just hold her without wanting to sleep with her too. And yet everytime she had a chance for love, Faith shut it off and separated herself. You could see that in the deep recesses of her eyes as well- the remorse, regret and sorrow twisted together in a sad little package, a diminutive ribbon of compunction tied on top.