The Darkness Within
As I've said, it was her eyes that vexed me the most. I'll never forget my first impression of her, the first time I saw her...she was lamenting and clawing onto the darkness that poured out of every event that she had found herself in. Of course, in her eyes, there were elements of the darkness that were beautiful. No matter how hard I try, I cannot figure the woman out. There are times when I want to murder her in her sleep, and then there are times when I can almost see myself caring for her. Almost.
Once, when I temporarily lost all control and nearly killed her, she genuinely surprised me. By the time I finally calmed down, she looked at me, her damned eyes shining with relief and said "I knew there was some sanity left in you!". She may have been right, but there was not enough to return the embrace she gave me. Irritated, I pushed her away, nearly making her hit her head on the wall behind her. If she wasn't so loyal, I can almost guarantee she'd be dead by now.
I've never met anyone like her. As much as I hate to admit it, she fascinates me. The way her mind works, the things she says, the way her eyes can say more than anything else. If she knew I even spared her a thought, she'd never let me hear the end of it. Never. Damned woman...I hate her.