(Disclaimer: Unfortunately, it's not mine. Not a thing. It all belongs to Dick Wolf, NBC, and Universal Studios… you know, all those important people.)
(Note: My first shot at writing something this length. It's exactly 103 words, not counting the disclaimer and this rambling. Let me know what you think. :D)
Her eyes remind me of a child's, sometimes. They give away so much – more than she's even aware of. They're the crack in the wall she's put up around herself. To protect herself.
The expression in he eyes can remind you of the child she never got to be. Or the childhood her mother stripped away from her.
She doesn't mean for it happen, but it does. She'll look at one of us, on the verge of tears, trying to keep it inside, with a look in her eyes that will make us want to protect her.
And it happens every time. She doesn't mean it, doesn't want it to happen, but it does. It's not because she's female – most of the time we're not even aware of that. It's because of the pain in her eyes. The few times we see it, we want it gone. Want to see her grace the room with her smile.
Then she remembers where she is. That she's not in the privacy of another place. And then she pulls herself together until the next time.