♥♪ჱL!fe Through My Eyes♥♪ჱ

I look at my reflection in the mirror. Only my eyes are visible. I lift my hands and remove the black cloth that covered my face... That hid my features. I remove the black cloth that covered my head, which prevented me from letting my hair flow in the wind. I stand uncovered. I run my hands through my hair, and bring them forward. They are jet black. My skin is pale and fair. My lips, red. I stand the way I was before him the day before.. .......... "Your eyes..they are so beautiful.." He looks at me and smiles. "Thanks." I say, and blush. But, he can't see. I don't move as he comes closer to me. I'm scared. I know I'll be going against my family..But, I wanted him. I wanted to reveal myself to him. He holds my hands and looks at me. I smile, but he can't see. "Can I have a look at you? If your eyes are so pretty, I bet you're prettier." I say nothing. I just nod and close my eyes. I feel him lift the burka off my face slowly. I...

I picked up my clothes and ran behind Serena. I was scared and insecure about what was to come. She was never good at controlling her emotions and I had to stop her. I caught her hand at the door and she pushed me back. Slapped me, again and again. I knew she was weak, too weak and my soul pained for being the reason. I looked in her eyes, just to see my guilt-ridden face drowning in her tears. I left. ...................... It has been over a week. And I hadn't talked to her. Kia called up and I have been ignoring her calls. I know how to fix things with Serena, I could have done it then and there. She loves me and she'll understand it was a mistake, an unintentional mistake. But, I didn't. Something had changed and I felt it within me. Was it really unintentional? Had I failed to recognize the love that ran in my veins.. ..to misread the eyes that had spoken a life without saying a word, every time? Her smell, her skin, her touch, it was irreplaceable. So what was it then...

(1) I feel his strong built arms around my waist possessively. The tingles have long faded, the lust gone.. It's nothing now. Just emptiness. I see a girl look my way. Her piercing blue eyes reflect mine. She has the same feature s, but kinder..shyer. Her long legs clad in jeans, her pretty features hiding behind the clothes she prefers to wear. She believes we just look alike- aren't the same. The same blood rushes within us- differentiating us. I long for that subtle beauty of hers, that silently lures, that confidence and smile which has nothing to hide. But, above all, with Peter's arms around my waist, I long for freedom.. ............... (2) We are two parts of the same soul. Opposites. Perfection versus ruin. I look at my reflection in the mirror. My looks gaze back. It is the best and perhaps the only talent I think I have. Wearily, I reach up and pull the pins out of the smooth twist, letting my pa...