They glowed. That was the only way to describe it. Like miniature suns in their intensity. They were bright and shining with promises and possibilities. They enticed her. Showing her that there would be even better things if she only trusted. She could do anything if she trusted. Their color was the richest emerald that she had ever seen in her life. But they were cold. Too cold. They could tell what she was hiding. What she was ashamed of. But the promises were still there. Even though she was tarnished, they still showed her possibilities. Of her dreams. And her nightmares. She couldn't look away, even if she tried. She did. But she couldn't. So she died. They haunted her, the eyes. Until he killed it. Because he had it's eyes.