Chapter 8 (His Eyes)

                                    

                                          

Green, hazel brown, and breathtakingly beautiful—those eyes were the most enchanting I had ever seen, and I could hardly believe I was gazing into them. Never before had I encountered eyes so mesmerizing, eyes you could lose yourself in, eyes that concealed secrets I yearned to unveil. They were eyes that spoke volumes while remaining serenely quiet, eyes that no girl could meet without feeling their power. They were inviting yet guarded, eyes that begged to be understood and known, light in shade but profound in depth. In those eyes, I saw God's handiwork, a perfection that left me in awe.
Those eyes had the power to unbalance the steady, to render the confident insecure in an instant. They could disarm the most guarded soul, causing them to open up like the sole blossoming flower in a garden. Being so close, with those eyes fixed on mine, I felt a deep unease. They stared into me fearlessly, with a confidence I had never encountered. As the sky lost its brightness and darkness approached, those eyes surpassed the beauty of a perfect amber sunset. They were a sight I preferred to lose myself in, as light faded to darkness and those hazel eyes grew more vulnerable, inviting me to uncover their hidden depths.
He was so near, as close as he could be, and in that moment—a moment laden with a million unspoken emotions, familiar yet profoundly new—the depth of his eyes penetrated my soul. They made me feel things I hadn't felt in years, things I had buried deep within. He broke down my guard with such tenderness and subtlety, leaving me exposed, every emotion laid bare before him. I don't know what it was that unsettled me, but I knew he had uncovered what I had always intended to keep hidden. All he must do was ask, all he did was look into my eyes straight and ask, 
"Tell me what you're feeling!" 
His voice, that single sentence, the setting sun, and all those hidden secrets—I had no idea what was about to unfold. The nervousness surged within me, my lips parched with the thirst for words I had longed to say, words that were now just moments away from being spoken aloud and known between us. This is the power a pair of eyes can wield over you. The entire experience felt foreign, yet the familiar emotions came rushing back, flooding my being with his presence. His aura enveloped me, providing a comfort and care that I had never known before. His concern, his very essence, the man he was—how had I not told him earlier?
Knowing myself, knowing the scared soul that I am, always sprinting away from any chance of happiness, fearing the inevitable sadness that seems to shadow every joy, I hesitated. But here he was, breaking down my barriers with his gentle strength, making me confront the emotions I had buried deep. The time for silence was over. The moment to voice my feelings had arrived, and despite the fear, despite the doubts, I knew I had to let him in.
"Try saying it"
Who's going to tell him? When he was with someone else, I was happy because he was happy. I was happy for him, but I wasn't happy for myself. I was devastated, knowing things would change—and they did. He didn't change, but he had to choose, and he chose her. Being broken like that wasn't easy. Who's going to tell him there's a reason why his achievements felt like my own? When he accomplished something, it felt like I had accomplished it too. His happiness mattered so much to me, and the fact that I lose track of time each time I talk to him is just so unreal. His gaze dismantled my confidence. He made me feel jittery, the rushes through my body seizing my soul just like he had. He consumed me, and all it took were two sentences for me to break down completely. 
Who do I confide in about him? Who can I turn to and pour my heart out? He's a fire within me, an inseparable part of my soul. Are these tears the destiny I was meant to face? And when they ask, "What's breaking you apart?" How can I ever tell them the truth? 
And here he is providing me with the chance to stay here, sit with him, tell him and express myself, and then he does something that catches me by surprise, he holds his hand out, asking for mine, and for a moment my mind couldn't process it,