He would stare at her underneath those stupid slight fixtures that did nothing to enhance her beauty.
HE would be upset if he caught me but I couldn't help but to sneak downstairs just to catch a glance.
She was an angel.
Skin so porcelain that it looked as though she was a doll.
I knew that a color so pure could not be recreated.
Though she had not opened her eyes, I knew they would be beautiful.
I step closer, placing my hands on the glass class that cage her in like Snow White.
I stare at her.
And then her eyes open, and I'm assaulted by the a swirl of random colored eyes.
Trapping me in their deep, and I gasp.
"Help me." She pleads