I close my eyes and black out the day. The exhaustion of living through it, surviving.
Mom's eyes blazed. "Are you sleeping with her?" Oh, god. Did we have to do this here? Now? "Well, actually," I smirked, "we don't get a lot of sleep.
His eyes are like a telescope. I look into them and I'm transported across the universe to a world I've never been.
Our eyes met across the crowded room, like in the movies, except we didn't share a knowing smile and race into each other's arms. Instead I fell into the trash can.
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