Finally. Too little too late.

He made eye contact with me in this beautiful, powerful way. It was the type of eye contact you can’t look away from. The type of eye contact I’d been waiting for. It made me excited, and curious. And happy he was mine.

Little did I know. So much was behind those eyes. The truth sat there, bulbous and beautiful, filling his eyes with something dark and deep… something that drew me in and held me breathless.

The truth was that he wasn’t mine at all.

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