There was something in his eyes that night.
I couldn't quite put my finger on it.
His green eyes with tiny specks of gold flashed with hope
but left as soon as it came.
With the disappearing of that glimmer
of hope came a wave of grief and guilt.
I looked down.
I couldn't face the story his eyes spoke.
His eyes may have been bright but they were flooded with darkness.
The type of darkness that takes your breath away
and leaves you feeling small in your own skin.

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