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My Life in High School: Year 3
Short Story 1 (FLASHBACK)
“His Eyes”

For as long as I can remember, his eyes were always sexy to me. It was like pure pools of gold. So priceless that money couldn’t replace them for anything. Those eyes, those soft golden eyes always allured me to think about unholy things (oh God will hate me for that, I shall repent!). The first time I looked into his eyes, I believe it was long ago when we first met. It was only a flash but I did not catch the color of his eyes. Then after the domestic incident that happened in my home nearly a year ago, it was then when I caught those golden hazel eyes.

In November, there was a domestic incident that happened in my home, I can’t say much but in the end, my left eye was damaged (but not severely). The injury wasn’t serious, but I had burst a few vessels in my eye, leaving it red and irritated. Afterwards, I really wanted to call the one person who cared about me whom I liked; I couldn’t bring myself to call him at all, I didn’t want him to worry. The next day at lunch, I had already told my two friends about the incident the night before: a fellow girlfriend of mines and my crush. “My eye is ruined,” I moaned “I still hate the bastard for this!” Ty glanced at me “let me see” and I let him examine my eye. I lifted my head from my tray and looked at him, and then I glanced to the right to let him see the injury. When I looked back, I looked him dead into his eyes. Fantasies washed over my mind like a waterfall, and my inner person kept squealing like a little schoolgirl. I blushed. A light tint was on his cheeks for a split second. We stared at each other for what seemed like forever. Snapping back to reality, I snapped my head back to my tray and fumbled with my fingers a bit underneath the table, embarrassed for some reason. And soon, he changed the subject; I couldn’t remember what it was about.

During the next few weeks I couldn’t look at his face at all. He was the definition of a “perfect figure”, by that I meant his face. His skin was flawless to me… no blemish to be found whatsoever, he had a very strong face and lovely cheekbones, and whenever you could tell that he was angry or disgusted, his face would show his emotions perfectly. The weeks before we had gotten together, I never touched his skin but I always fantasized what it felt like, but his eyes stood out the most to me. I envied his eyes and I wanted them all to myself… but that my friend is the reason why I gave him my confession. I have always thought that finding a hazel eyed person was basically rare, but I was wrong.

His eyes showed many things; his charming and dauntless personality, the tenderness and softness of his face, and his bold soul. I knew once I looked into his eyes I would never stop. They would’ve been a drug to me and I was scared that I might overdose on them, but I would’ve known that I would’ve died pleasurably. Strangely, this wasn’t the real reason why I couldn’t look at his face also; I had a fear of crying every time I looked into his eyes. They were so beautiful, like a work of priceless art. If you looked at him in the sunlight at the right angle, they would sparkle like golden rubies. So who wouldn’t cry to see something that beautiful?

So baby, next time I don’t look at your face, it’s not because I don’t want to the beauty that radiates from those eyes… your eyes, will make me forget about everything and I would cry for no reason at all.

September 10, 2008
Completed at 4:11am
‘08 ChibiChibiYokai.DeviantART.com
100 Themes Challenge #37 of 100 “Eyes”

Description
My Life in High School: Year 3
Short Story 1 (FLASHBACK)
“His Eyes”

For as long as I can remember, his eyes were always sexy to me. It was like pure pools of gold. So priceless that money couldn’t replace them for anything. Those eyes, those soft golden eyes always allured me to think about unholy things (oh God will hate me for that, I shall repent!). The first time I looked into his eyes, I believe it was long ago when we first met. It was only a flash but I did not catch the color of his eyes. Then after the domestic incident that happened in my home nearly a year ago, it was then when I caught those golden hazel eyes.

In November, there was a domestic incident that happened in my home, I can’t say much but in the end, my left eye was damaged (but not severely). The injury wasn’t serious, but I had burst a few vessels in my eye, leaving it red and irritated. Afterwards, I really wanted to call the one person who cared about me whom I liked; I couldn’t bring myself to call him at all, I didn’t want him to worry. The next day at lunch, I had already told my two friends about the incident the night before: a fellow girlfriend of mines and my crush. “My eye is ruined,” I moaned “I still hate the bastard for this!” Ty glanced at me “let me see” and I let him examine my eye. I lifted my head from my tray and looked at him, and then I glanced to the right to let him see the injury. When I looked back, I looked him dead into his eyes. Fantasies washed over my mind like a waterfall, and my inner person kept squealing like a little schoolgirl. I blushed. A light tint was on his cheeks for a split second. We stared at each other for what seemed like forever. Snapping back to reality, I snapped my head back to my tray and fumbled with my fingers a bit underneath the table, embarrassed for some reason. And soon, he changed the subject; I couldn’t remember what it was about.

During the next few weeks I couldn’t look at his face at all. He was the definition of a “perfect figure”, by that I meant his face. His skin was flawless to me… no blemish to be found whatsoever, he had a very strong face and lovely cheekbones, and whenever you could tell that he was angry or disgusted, his face would show his emotions perfectly. The weeks before we had gotten together, I never touched his skin but I always fantasized what it felt like, but his eyes stood out the most to me. I envied his eyes and I wanted them all to myself… but that my friend is the reason why I gave him my confession. I have always thought that finding a hazel eyed person was basically rare, but I was wrong.

His eyes showed many things; his charming and dauntless personality, the tenderness and softness of his face, and his bold soul. I knew once I looked into his eyes I would never stop. They would’ve been a drug to me and I was scared that I might overdose on them, but I would’ve known that I would’ve died pleasurably. Strangely, this wasn’t the real reason why I couldn’t look at his face also; I had a fear of crying every time I looked into his eyes. They were so beautiful, like a work of priceless art. If you looked at him in the sunlight at the right angle, they would sparkle like golden rubies. So who wouldn’t cry to see something that beautiful?

So baby, next time I don’t look at your face, it’s not because I don’t want to the beauty that radiates from those eyes… your eyes, will make me forget about everything and I would cry for no reason at all.

September 10, 2008
Completed at 4:11am
‘08 ChibiChibiYokai.DeviantART.com
100 Themes Challenge #37 of 100 “Eyes”