Literature
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She has always found comfort in his eyes. Even when the intimidation started to pound tenfold, when there was a brief moment of startling impact as she met a boy and his shadow, she’ll remember the kindness in his eyes, the honest concern in his face not revealing any cruelty that she could see. Maybe its a bit far fetched to hope that eyes are the window to the soul, but his seem to express more than words ever could.
The more time she spends with him, the more she decodes his eyes, learning to deduce the meaning behind a glance to the side, a cursory look at someone’s person, the way eyes would tighten and widen and rest half l