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Ben's Note of… Something: Hey guys… I'm going to be blunt. I feel as though I was eaten by Kitty's pet caterpillar and then spit back up, only to be eaten again by Cerise's pet wolf. And then spit back up. Point being, I feel depressed, underated, and I think a little sick. (Don't do drinking challenges, even with non-alcoholic beverages. They aren't good for you.) Anyway, that being said, I'm going to try to post one of these a day. I may have a crappy day here and there, but you guys deserve the best, am I right?

KCL: Thanks for making me smile like you usually do. I need it…

Also, Sins of Love is going to take a break. Why? I feel worthless and that story is about tearing Dexter and Cupid apart and them trying to overcome it. I think my emotional state can't handle writing that right now. Her Number, on the other hand, will be getting an update shortly.

Prompt 49: Eyes

"You're eyes have changed."

"Huh?"

Alistair and Kitty were sitting on their bench again, Kitty's wheelchair sitting off to the side. Kitty only needed it now for long distances, since the doctor specifically said no teleporting. Kitty agreed, mostly because she liked being pushed around. Alistair didn't mind pushing her. Currently, Alistair was looking into Kitty's green eyes.

"It's just… I've looked into your eyes a lot before… all this stuff has been happening," Alistair said. "They're pretty, one of the biggest things about you that I love. But… now, when I look into them… they seem different."

"Like, what kind of different?" she asked.

Alistair looked into them again. "Sad," he said. "Aged. Angry. There's a lot of things in them now, and I can wager a guess why they look the way they do now."

"Give me a guess," she said.

"They're aged because you've had a lot of growing up to do this last year," he said. "They're sad because of all the pain and hurt you brought to yourself and others, even though we've long since forgiven you."

Kitty nodded, then paused. "And anger?" she asked.

Alistair paused. "I think… you're still mad about your… dad," he said. Kitty went rigid in his arms at the mention of him. "I know… a lot has happened Kitty and we haven't really got to… talk about it."

"What's there to talk about?" she said bitterly. "My dad's dead. The March Hare killed him. What further do we need to discuss Alistair? My dad's dead… my dad's dead… MY DAD IS DEAD!"

Kitty, in a fit of anger, shot to her feet. As her legs haven't fully recovered, she buckled to the ground. "MY DAD IS DEAD! IT'S ALL HIS FAULT! MY DAD IS DEAD!" She stopped for a few moments. "My dad… is dead…"

Alistair reached down and helped her back into his lap. Tears had formed in her eyes and Alistair brushed them away. They sat in silence for a few moments. "Want to know something funny?" she sniffed. "I don't… get my eyes from my mom. We don't match. Dad… he doesn't have eyes! But… the only place I could have gotten them is… his side of the family."

Alistair smiled at her. "He didn't have a lot of facial features," he recalled. Kitty giggled at that and sighed.

"He said… before he died… if he had a mouth, the only reason he was smile… would be for me," she said. "Alistair… all my life I thought he hated me. But… he loved me. After all this time. Like you when we were separated by the curse."

Alistair smiled down at her and kissed her forehead. "That's the thing about you Kitty," he said. "Us men know how to continue to love you, despite hardships that come up."

Kitty smiled at him and looked off into space. "You think… you think my dad is watching us?" she asked.

"I know he is," Alistair said. "And I know something else."

"Hmm?"

"He's watching through your eyes." Kitty smiled, a tear rolling down her cheek, and kissed her boyfriend.

BN: *sniffles* Geez, I'm an emotional wreck and I go and write a happy story. Not a good mix. I wanted to show you guys a side of me you might not know. As my friends blatantly tell me, I can't tell worth cheese what is attractive and what isn't. I literally just can't. However, they have told me that I can easily tell how people feel by looking in one place: their eyes. Granted, the irony of the thing is that I can't look at people when I'm talking to them, but that's not the point. The point is that eyes are probably one of the few things I love about the human body. When you look into someone's eyes, you can see what they're feeling, what they've been through… everything. Eyes are literally the window to the soul. I wanted to portray that a little here, but also get Kitty's dad out in the open. Like Alistair said, with everything that's come up, they didn't really have a chance to talk in detail about his death. We had one little chapter, but then we talked to the March Hare, then Peeta and crew kidnapped Alistair, and then Kitty got shot. I just felt now was an appropriate time to cover the loss of Kitty's dad and make the moment adorable instead of heartbreaking.

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