Chapter six: Your Eyes (Spitfire's POV)

Later that evening we both sat on the couch. Phoenix' body was covered in a light-blue blanket and she had leaned her head against my shoulder. I had given an old t-shirt of mine and a way too big sweatshirt to her, but it would keep her warm till we'd get a chance to buy some clothes for her.

The TV was switched on and we were watching the News.

"May I ask you something?"

"Sure", I answered turning my head a bit sideways to be abe to look at her.

"What is your name?"

She didn't raise her head to look at me, just kept staring at the woman who told us that it'd be raining tomorrow.

"Spitfire, my name's Spitfire."

"That's a very nice name. I like fire, you know."

"Me too."A soft chuckle escaped my lips, but then I suddenly remembered something which kept bothering me since she had grabbed my hand on the street.

"Why'd you come with me? I mean without even knowing my name or something else?"

It took a moment before Phoenix gave me an answer.

"Your eyes", she whispered, "they're the same as mine."

"M-my eyes?"

"Yeah", her voice was very soft and I enjoyed listening to her. "You've endured the same pain as me, right?"

Pain? The same as she had to endure?

I swallowed hard because the pictures of the inside of the Tower appeared in my mind for the second time this day.

"How'd you know?"

"Your eyes."

She didn't say more than this and she didn't have to because I understood. The eyes of a person are the mirrors of their soul and someone who could read the eyes of a person could never be lied to.

"But I could have done something bad to you."

"No, you wuldn't have done that."

"Why?"

"Your eyes."

I couldn't help but grinning. I finally knew why I had picked her up from the street.

Her eyes.

"So . . . my eyes seem to be pretty amazing, hm?"

It was ment as a joke -

"They are amazing, indeed."

But to her it was a very serious matter.

"Have you seen other peeople on the street with eyes like mine?"

I decided to take the matter as serious as she did.

"No, the eyes of the other people walking down this street every day have been cold like ice and ugly, they weren't shining; without any hope or dreams."

"That's sad."

"Yeah, it is."

Her voice became loer and her head sank a bit forward.

"You're tired?"

"Mhm", she mumbled, but she didn't seem like she wanted to stand up. "May I sleep here?"

"Sure."

"Could you stay here with me?"

"Sure, why not?"

"Thanks."