AN: Short, sweet, and to the point. Kinda like this author's note :D


Many people associate attraction, or passion with a warmer color, red, pink, whatever, but I know better.

I associate attraction with a dark blue.

I spend so much time with her, and listen to her scietific rambling, that I myself had grown an amatuer eye for the scientific reactions of the human body.

My eyes first gazed upon the treasure of a find, dring the opening for an ancient mummy exhibit.

She spoke from her heart, which cause my own to race horribly, and when I stepped closer, and her eyes floated from my lips to my eyes, I saw the most awe striking color of deep blue.

The color of her eyes put the ocean's beauty to shame, and I couldn't stop staring, which soon became my downfall, when the other squints called us up for the ceremony.

The color hardy faded, but her pupils seemed to shrink, a shy smile on her lips as she reached up and straightened my tie, my own hand rising and brushing against a tendril of her soft auburn hair, my smile matching hers, small and almost sad.

I rarely got to see that color again, and no matte how hard I tried to see her eyes like that again, I knew the harder I pushed, the further away she would become.

But I never forgot that that deep, shiny blue, and I know I never could. It's my new favorite color.