When I see her face, I feel as though my heart will stop, but even worse, it looks as though her would. She looks so clear. This has never happened before. Normally, I’m so blind that all I can see are colours, but her…but she looks as clear as day, even better then with my glasses. Her warm, chocolate brown eyes are sparkling.

I’m frozen, but she is too. She just stares at me, a look of awe and disbelief across her face. Her mouth parted slightly, eyes glittering, her hand never moving from brushing away my bangs.

What’s wrong? Is she okay? Has she now realized how ugly I am?

Neither of us say a word, silence engulfs the room. Minutes pass and it seems like hours, neither having moved from their frozen spots.

I don’t care though. I could stay like this forever. If she’s here with me, then it doesn’t even matter if the world ends.

She looks heavenly, the sun coming in from the window is giving her a halo. I fee like I’m falling deep into her eyes. I feel like those dark orbs are swallowing me whole, capturing me, holding me down, keeping me from moving, slowly killing me.

I can’t breath, I don’t think I am. I don’t know what she’s thinking; I don’t know what she’s doing. That’s what’s killing me. But the horrible part is, I can’t tear my eyes off of her.

The silence is broken almost as soon as it began. It was like before, nothing more then a silent whisper. Quiet to the point that I’m sure, even to herself, it was barely audible. I don’t know what it means. I don’t know the significance of the word, but it’s so striking. It feels like a slap in the face, but at the same time, her soft tone made my heart skip a beat. Her face didn’t change at all when she said it, as though she merely breathed out the word, softly without taking in breath.