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Everywhere she went, people spoke of her eyes.
Hooded under thick eyelashes, a tinge of gold added a depth to her penetrating hazel green orbs. They changed colours, or so people thought each time they stopped her in the street to admire her. But unlike them, the colour of her eyes always remained the same. Only perspectives changed.
She always wore a smile to every praise being said about them. But the smile never travelled to her eyes.
Little did they know that while they saw her beautiful eyes, she saw much more about them than her young heart should have ever known.
People wanted to see through eyes like hers and she wished to unsee everything she saw.