She looked into a pair of eyes that seemed to glow out of emptiness. The eyes traced over her tiny pupils and past her overdone eyelashes. She felt naked under their presence- weak and insecure. They somehow knew her entire being without ever inquiring a single thing. It made her embarrassed to know that all of her precious secrets were so readily available. This stranger could see all.
It was one of those moments that one easily warps in one's memory. Of course, at the time, it was incredibly awkward and disconcerting. But, as time grew, so did the beauty of this trivial memory. Suddenly, inelegant figures are transformed by longing sentimentality. All she can remember are the beatific eyes that understood her like no other.
It was one of those moments that one easily warps in one's memory. Of course, at the time, it was incredibly awkward and disconcerting. But, as time grew, so did the beauty of this trivial memory. Suddenly, inelegant figures are transformed by longing sentimentality. All she can remember are the beatific eyes that understood her like no other.
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