Nathaniel

"What do you think? They are similar to yours." De Villiers' Father, Walsh asked, smirking at me while my eyes were fixed upon those hollow raven eyes, crushing a rose in her hand even if the thorns made her hand bleed but it didn't stop her.

Those eyes.

Those eyes.

Those eyes.

I forgot everything but not them.

"Do you hate those eyes?" He asked, leaning to my level but my young self only stared into her haunting eyes, curling my lips upward, I whispered, "No, I love them."

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After a prolonged period, I found the eyes from my dreams, the same emptiness but something was still missing....