Tag: color, everything, eyes

Any other questions?””Just one,” I say. “What color are your eyes?” I want to know what he thinks, how he sees himself – the real Ky – when he dares to look.”Blue,” he says sounding surprised, “they’ve always been blue.””Not to me.””What do they look like to you?” he says puzzled, amused. Not looking at my mouth anymore, looking into my eyes.”Lots of colors,” I say. “At first I thought they were brown. Once I thought they were green…””What are they now?” he asks. He widens his eyes a little, leans closer, lets me look as long and deep as I want.”Well?””Everything,” I tell him, “They’re everything.