her eyes where a reflection of where she was born, always the seemed to display fire.
with them she could see he who she loved, his eyes where blue as the sea, and she had watched him for years. she saw him hurt, saw him fall, saw him broken and weeping.
but more importantly she saw him pick himself up with some unseen force of determination that kept him from giving in.

love is a fickle thing, and even though she was always close, she chose never to speak to him. for her love was something that would surley damn him to hell.

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why yes, i do suck at writing.

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© Darren C. Ball, 2009