Title: Eyes
Day #12: In her eyes, he sees the beginning and the end.
He has long since memorized the colors of her eyes.
He sees it in his mind's eye: gold like the first rays of the sun, pink as the flares that liven up the sky during dawn, green that shimmers like the color of the forest and ocean at once, and of course blue.
Blue like the sky itself was in her eyes.
His eyes pale in comparison. Blue as the depths of the ocean, pink like the colors that streak through the sky at dusk, gray like ash and melted snow, and red.
Red like blood and fire that burns and steals the life from the eyes of the once living.
He is the destruction to her creation, forever in fate intertwined. She's the color of dawn and brilliant life. He is the the color of dusk wrapped in a cloak of shadows.
The deities of creation and destruction. Together since the beginning of time and here for the end. Together in life and death.
There is a terrible irony that it was those beautiful eyes that are the last thing he sees before her arrow pierces his heart and the light fade from his eyes.
This is the end.