His soft hands slowly slide into

hers. She glares into his eyes, scared the deep blue color will pull her inside and will cause her to fall in. Her cold eyes draw him in wondering

what mysterious thoughts keep her mind occupied. Her eyes reminded her of emptiness there was no warmth when he looked at her. But for some odd reason he stayed. She never felt so lost in someone's mind, how could someone possibly want to stay with somone who has no heart or empathy? She's had never taken so long to figure someone out. Yet, his mind

intrigues her. Why does h e finds her so utterly perfect.

Her mind is poisoned though,

every time she looks at herself she shatters her self-respect. Every time he

looks into her cold eyes he sees her beautiful soul, beautiful features,

beautiful lips.

How could he miss all the horrible things about her, how could he find her soul faster then she could?

They gazed into each other's

confusing eyes that both intrigued them.

Knowing, they should not be together

they felt an overwhelming feeling of love. Maybe, it was the cool air or their hot breath against each other's lips. Maybe it was just the moment of loneliness, that they needed to feel that overwhelming feeling of being loved.

Or just maybe, this was meant to be. That their polar opposite minds needed one

another to live.

Maybe it was that, the only thing

she could see was his face and soft lips.

But she leaned in…His lips

warmed up her body as the cold wind flew through her hair. His hand grasped her

cheek, and one kiss was all she needed to pick up her shattered self-respect

and put together her soul. His lips felt like the home she never had. As he pulled away they stared at one another.

" I love you," he said

a soft smile painting his face and this time their eyes were not cold or

confusing anymore. She understood him. They were no longer lost. They found

each other.

 "I love you too,"

the woman said out loud . As she recalled

the memory that started the story. A tear rolled down the very cheek he

caressed his hand on. It stung her throat to say. The words came out like the

shattered glass of her soul stabbed her lungs. It now hurt to breathe.

" I will miss you," the

woman said looking over her husband's dead body. Looking over it with guilt and pain.

The knife in her hand caused her

hands to burn. And that familiar breeze flew through her hair.

Cold and full of secrets.

"I guess this is what happens when you trust someone with mysterious eyes that were full of agony and angst," she stated with such bitterness, as dark blood drips onto her coal-colored boots. Her full lips felt dry, regret-filled her stomach.

But, she fell into his deep blue

eyes. She trusted him. He betrayed her.

I will never love again. She thought.

-No one betrays the women with

cold eyes. And that’s why she had to leave, escape a love like there’s.