Was it fear, regret or total confusion starting back at me. Her eyes, a deep black not unlike those found on a doll were one of her best and regrettably worst features. One minute they could be filled with life and in a blink go cold. On occasion those lifeless eyes would peer at me over dinner, while having sex or during an argument and all I could do was wonder, is she real?
I sat listening to her tell me why we wouldn’t work as a couple when, out of nowhere, her hand shot up and caught me on the right side of the face. My body went limp as my brain tried to process what had just happened. Then snap! Anger surged through me as my body tensed. All the non-verbal cues commonly associated with an apology washed over her face but it was those dead eyes that sealed her fate.