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Chapter 3: The Girl with Golden Eyes
I remember her well. Those big doe-like eyes, with every innocence in the world shining through. She had a light skip in her steps, as if she was dancing wherever she went. She wore this bright yellow dress when they met, which served to make her glow like the sun. Her hair was long and blond, tied into a braid.
But I was only mesmerised by her eyes. They were bright brown in the dark. But gold in the light. They danced when she smiled and laughed when she ran. Turned thoughtful when trying to hack into something and cold when facing an enemy. Either way, they were beautiful in my book.
I stared at her, amazement on my face when we awoke on the Pelican.
She stared at me back.
"What?" she asked in Russian.
I blinked twice. "You have gold eyes." I replied in Russian, though it was heavy on the German accent.
She laughed. It sounded like birds. "They're amber." Then she frowned. "You speak Russian?"
"A little. My father-"
Blank.
I can't remember what I said about him. It was all just pitch black. All I could remember was Irina and her golden eyes.
Nothing about my father.