I could
feel the stare. I turned around to find him staring at me. Tried to ignore him
for a while but then I was Enticed. Stamping the floor with my heels, I walked up
to him. He still didn't shift his glare not even a bit. Now he stared straight
directly deep into my eyes. He doesn't need words to speak, his eyes told me
everything. He was reading my mind through my eyes. The dark brown eyes were
just too attractive to define. They reflected the pain and that is what
attracted me to him.
He wanted to desperately tell me something. I was
trying to figure that out but I forgot it was just a carcass on the canvas.
" Still (had some) life"
