Hazel

His eyes. The soft hazel dazzling in the sun. That was the 1st thing that I saw that day. When he caught me. In the most romantic way. The eyes that helped me figure and sort out my messed-up life. The eyes that I can look into to find answers. But now that sparkle was gone. At least that is what I had thought. But. Even while lying in the pool of blood stabbed by the one he had loved the most and holding the murder weapon I had picked for him. Even when death was near. The soft hazel was filled with the same charm as the 1st time I saw them. His eyes .....