Eyes
Her eyes were the giveaway. Regardless of what she was feeling or what she was hiding, for him it was easy to see everything in her eyes. They were the giveaway to her soul, but they were also the holders of his past, present and future. He wondered if she knew.
Her violet eyes filled with displeasure at that first ball, darkening in color as her anger increased when he took her hand, blazing in fury as he forced her into the dance; her eyes were what captivated him and called him back for more. When they had met again in their second lives, before his death, it was those eyes, starring at him with violent intent that he found clarity. His last thoughts were of those eyes and what it meant. His third life, the one he lived now, was again subject to those eyes. He was again trapped in the enthralling grasp of those eyes. Every time they looked at him, he could feel them piercing his soul, but he could never get enough of them.
His life was in those eyes. Even now as she looked at him, he could see her love and concern calling out to him. Pulling her to him, he kissed her eyelids, and as she pulled back, her eyes were alight with joy. He could see their individual and combined pasts within her eyes, but he could also see the promise of their future. Her eyes were her giveaway, but they were his as well.
