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.
