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Based on a prompt from Anon Reader. Given that you gave it to me as 'Blue/Pink' this may be a little different to what you expected...
For Eleanor and Lauren, who regularly put up with my 'does this make sense?' writing during the early hours of the morning...
I don't own anything you recognise.
His blue eyes told so much of his story.
When she had been slumped in the starched white sheets of the hospital bed, they had been a welcome contrast to Josh's dark, serious, medical gaze, bringing a warmth to the quiet room that even her father couldn't produce.
The light in them had been extinguished once she told him she didn't remember. She deliberately kept her own sights locked on the iron chain of the hospital bracelet on her wrist, not wanting to see the desolate depths of the orbs in front of her as she took away the shred of love he held for her. His eyes had lowered too. She had watched him carefully from under her eyelids to see the flicker of sadness cross them when she affirmed that she didn't remember 'the gunshot'. They both knew what he really meant.
It was like his hope had vanished. The hope that the end of Montgomery's life could be the beginning of something new, something better, something beautiful between them, and she felt a surge of guilt settle in the pit of her stomach as she caught the sob stifled in his swallow, an almost private moment that made her feel like an intruder, an unwelcome presence in a time of mourning, the official, imposing nature of a cop wading into a grieving family's home to bring the worst news.
There was no longer the youthful, jubilant shine to them, instead a cracked, matt finish that stared blankly at her when she turned up at the book signing. That little bit of shock tinged with ferocious anger.
He had spent so long waiting for her. How many times had he sat with her father and comforted him with the bubbliness and optimism that described the writer's personality? How often had that sea of blue brought hope and determination to Ryan, Esposito and Lanie, just like it had brought her out of the darkest places to discover her own personality, to discover who she was without her mother's case? How many nights had he stayed up next to the phone, hoping it would ring with her name to bring an end to all this waiting?
Those eyes had been through too much.
Oh, there had been the good times. The times when his eyes darkened a shade in lust as they teased each other relentlessly throughout the day at the precinct; the times when they twinkled with childish laughter at the antics of one of their boys; the times when they spent a quiet evening curled up on the couch with nothing but each other. Those were the times when the blue eyes of her husband had held her just as warmly as the arms wrapped around her waist at that moment.
But she was sure that she was responsible for most of the pain that had been burned into the never-ending tunnels of blue.
When he had pleaded with her to let her mother's case go, to walk away, to remember that she was not defined by her mother's case, to have a life outside of catching her mother's killer, to latch on to those who loved her and didn't want to see her perish like a forest in a fire.
"We are over."
The wholesome misery that flashed momentarily in his eyes as she stalked out was instantly replaced with realisation. That's what hurt her most.
He was prepared for it.
Prepared for her blowing up and ending whatever the thing between them had been. For good.
He knew her better than she knew herself, and in that moment she knew she had to make it right, and put the joy back in the glowing spheres that held a tiny piece of her soul, the joy that had shattered like a pane of glass at her declaration.
But the ultimate rock-bottom was the betrayal that ignited in his eyes when he heard her confession.
"I was shot in the chest and I remember every second of it."
Betrayal.
Loss of trust.
Complete, magnanimous, utter despair.
No hope.
Nothing.
"Beckett, what do you want?"
They says the eyes are the gateway to the soul. When he had asked her - eyes ringed with fatigue, dull and lifeless, unseeing, unhoping, unloving, uncaring - all coherent thoughts had disappeared from her mind in a last, desperate attempt to rekindle something, everything, anything in the eyes of the man she loved, to make him whole, to relinquish the squeezing, crushing grasp she had on his soul from the months she had spent fleeing his gentle embrace.
To see his blue reflect the love in her brown.
*Ahem*. So, I might have got a little bit carried away here...
And I went and watched the finales to all five seasons one after the other (never do that. Bad idea)
Last week, at our prom, In My Veins started playing and I almost had a heart attack. It was raining and everything, and then that song starts up and - well, I cannot be held responsible for the flailing that occurred.
Prompts? Prompts with ideas of what you want in the chapter? Reviews? *hopeful face*
See you next week, awesome people
~wolfergirl