AN: I don't own LWD
Inspiration from one of my favorite songs, "Lonely Eyes" By Chris Young, which I also don't own!
#35 Eyes
He put his hockey gear in his locker and slammed it shut. He pulled on a pair of jeans and shrugged on a shirt and sweatshirt. He slipped on his old shoes and headed out of the arena. He took a sharp breath as the wind nipped at his face. He jammed his hands into his pockets and continued on down the street.
He was tired, cold, and achy; practice had been a tough one that day, even for the professionals. He passed by a dingy bar on the way back to his apartment and decided to stop by for a drink to warm him up. The bar was packed with drunks, tired people, and regulars. Old rock 'n roll was playing loudly and one of the old, busted televisions was playing a basketball game. The crowd was rough and rowdy. He plopped down on one of the tired old stools, with the red leather padding he sat on, fraying from overuse.
He ordered a beer and eyed it happily. He took a huge swig and felt the warmth of the liquid roll down his throat. He was minding his own business and keeping to himself. He was just absent mindedly watching the crowd when something caught his eye. He saw a small women trying to push her way through the sea of people. Catcalls and crude remarks were thrown at her, which she ignored uneasily. Derek was a little alarmed as this bar was a little rowdy for such a small woman. She gently sat down on the stool next to him and sat quietly, patiently waiting for the bartender to come over.
As soon as the bartender spotted her, he zipped right over to her. "What can I get you hottie?" The bartender asked flirtaciously. "Vodka Soda, please. And while you're at it get a new set of manners towards women." She replied sharply. The bartender grunted, and hurried to get her drink. Derek chuckled, he was quite impressed.
Derek looked up at her sneakily, and soon found himself captivated. The woman had long brown hair that cascaded in easy waves down her back. She had a small cute nose and a pretty face. But what really caught Derek's attention was the women's eyes. They were unlike any that he had ever seen before. They were a light blue color and reminded him of the ocean. They were beautiful, yet at the same time Derek noticed that they held a degree of sadness, almost as if they had experienced and seen too much. They were lonely and dark, but at the same time were deep and pure, like she was an angel. Derek wondered if there was a story behind those eyes.
And in the midst of his staring she looked at him, and he swore that he felt an electrical pulse between the two. And for a moment, he saw her eyes lift up and smile, as if there was still some hope left for her, and possibly him.