In His Eyes,
~*Rosie Scrivello, DDS
A fic dedicated to Licinious, or as I know him oh so well as, Luis, my one and only love. Luis, ma'dear, I am smiling but Eponine is not. Marguerite and Maria are yours forever, but only Eponine does bow forth. Heed this message.
I sit and watch the rain, and see my tears run down the window pane…
As crystal tears ran down her cheek, the phone did not ring. The TV was merely a noise in the background. Placing a blonde strand of hair behind her ear, she signed, The quiet calm pitter patter of the rain soothed her only the tiniest bit.
I sit and watch the sky and I can hear it breathe a sigh.
As day faded to night, the phone had not rung. The stars glistened in the sky, They looked perfect. "Just like him…" she signed. Placing the phone on the charger, she gave up and started to get ready for bed.
I think of him, how we were… and when I think of him, then I remember… remember…
But then again, she should consider herself lucky. Her ex-boyfriend didn't care and usually never called. He was… not as serious. Luis, on the other hand, was always there for her, kind, thoughtful… perfect. But he missed so much that could make her happy.
In his eyes, I can see where my heart longs to be…
Curling up tighter in bed, she dreamt of his beautiful eyes. Oh, how she loved to gaze into them. Then, she swear she felt his presence over her, protecting her. Of course, like most of her dreams, that was just a figment of her imagination.
In his eyes, I can see a gently glow, and that's where I'll be safe, I know!
Besides the fact they were only in **th grade, they already had their futures with each other planned out.. even what their house will be and look like. All she wanted was to spend forever, and then some, with him.
Safe in his arms, close to his heart… but I don't know quite where to start…
There were so many things she vied to tell him. But, she was making him figure them out for himself, and then say to forget it. She said she didn't care, but she did; she always would.
By looking in his eyes, will I see beyond tomorrow?
Her future was full of good luck, prosperity and happiness; but she didn't know that. Her past was had and muddy, but her future was new and shiny. Yet with him, the world, past, future, life, and hate disappeared into the dusk.
By looking in his eyes, will I see beyond the sorrow that I feel?
Her depression sent her in a downward spiral, but with him, everything was right in her life. When hew as there, life was perfect. Her heart ached for his affection more and more each day. Oh, yes, she had it… but, you could never have too much of him.
Will his eyes reveal to me promises or lies? But he can't conceal from me the love in his eyes!
She had a way of looking in people's eyes, and really knew how they felt. Yet her worst nightmare, which she dare imagined at times, was to find out it was all a complete lie… her logic was "it happened once, it could happen again." The open window in her room made her chilly, alas, she did not care. A hopelessly-in-love **year old girl, in bed, dreaming, did not have the energy to close a window.
I know their every look, his eyes! They're like an open book, his eyes! But most of all, the look that hypnotized me.
The stereo clock changed from 11.25 to 11.26, but her eyes did not flicker. It was a time when inspirations and dreams came to her the best. But yet again depression brought her down… she thought she gave so much, and retrieved… not much. She had so much love and affection for him and all she wanted was have it returned… "fat chance," she muttered to herself.
If I'm wise, I will walk away, and gladly… but sadly, I'm not wise… it's hard to talk away the mem'ries that you prize…
She had so many memories with him, that she herself could never walk away. Not only would her world come spiraling to a complete stop, she was pretty sure his might, too. But she wouldn't ever - she loved him too much.
Love is worth forgiving for!
Sure, they got into their fights, nearly every night actually… but she could never really be truly be 100% mad at him. It was just, impossible.
Now I realise - everything worth living for is there, in his eyes!
He was her whole world, he couldn't be anything less to her, ever. Their relationship had ups and downs, thick and thin, better of worst… but she loved him. It showed, too. His name was written on her jeans, hands sometimes, binders, papers, bureau by her bed, everything. She could relate nearly any song to him. He was her god, her hero, her everything.
'Course, it'd be nice if he felt the same.