She didn't really know what was going on when he approached her.
Suddenly going on autopilot. The words that slipped her lips weren't thought of, and the words that slipped his didn't register in her brain.
She tried to discern his eye color. She read once, in one of the many books she used to read, to try and find out the eye color of the person you're talking to. It helps with trust and things like that which she couldn't bother with and didn't know. All she knew was that it was an excuse to stare.
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Short StoryA story about a boy and girl who found love and the meaning of life. He consumed her, and she consumed him. A tragedy.
