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"I've never been able to draw eyes"
She said, with frustration. She had repeatedly erased the marks on the circular figure traced out on paper. The figure itself was fine, a decent work of art. But he had to agree.. she could not draw eyes. He racked his brain for something nice to say as he watched her bent over the table with concentration trying her best to make a decent eye on the dark smudge marks. " You've always avoided them." He noted simply as he took a sip of his mildly warm coffee, it was too cold for his liking but he swallowed it down anyway and disguarded the half filled cup onto the counter.

" Well yeah...I'm bad at them, like I just said." She frowned and erased the new scratches before tossing the pencil down in defeat. " Looks like another eyeless character, or a scarf to cover them.. but they all look like that." He glanced at her scrap pile of old pictures with eyeless sockets of shadow and scarves covering others. " I didn't mean in drawings. I meant in general, you never look anyone in the eye. Whether it be a live person, a painting.."

She eyed him for a moment, but when she looked at him she realized she was staring at his chest. She forced her gaze onto his face but found her eyes burrowing at his forehead. With great effort her eyes locked on his as she said. " That's not true, i'm looking at you now. In the eye." Her gaze quickly averted from him in relief that she had proven her point. He raised an eyebrow before saying in a unbelieving tone. " Right. Well I just was thinking that maybe eyes scare you. Or maybe it's something less than that?" Maybe you feel you are 'seeing' the person just fine without actually looking at them. You have always said you can judge a person as soon as you meet them, correct?"

She understood what he was getting at. It's been said one of the most liked features of the male and female body for the opposite gender is the eyes. Eyes can supposedly tell alot about a person, their emotions, whether or not they are telling the truth, if there is good or evil in them. She hadn't realized it but in her thinking she had been silent for a few minutes and so he added. " Well I suppose it's not important." She nodded and took out a blank piece of paper, and picked up her pencil before handing them both to him. " Draw an eye." Without hesitation, as if he had expected as much from her, he took them both and grabbed a chair by the table. He got to work on the requested doodle and drew an almost exact replica of her eye. He hadn't even looked up once to compare, so it was by memory. Even though it was her eye it was drawn by his perspective. It was darker in certain places and almost looked like a sun from an ancient written text she had seen in movies and in History books.

As he finished he slid it toward her although she had already been watching him draw it. "Tch.." Was the only sound of disgust she made as she walked out of the room leaving him alone with his chilled coffee.
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"They say that the eyes are the window to the soul
And if you look into my eyes
You may see heartache, confusion, or pain
Or you may see happiness, excitement, or surprise
But when I look into your eyes
I can see into the soul of the one I love" - by Lesley Aeschliman

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"I've never been able to draw eyes"
She said, with frustration. She had repeatedly erased the marks on the circular figure traced out on paper. The figure itself was fine, a decent work of art. But he had to agree.. she could not draw eyes. He racked his brain for something nice to say as he watched her bent over the table with concentration trying her best to make a decent eye on the dark smudge marks. " You've always avoided them." He noted simply as he took a sip of his mildly warm coffee, it was too cold for his liking but he swallowed it down anyway and disguarded the half filled cup onto the counter.

" Well yeah...I'm bad at them, like I just said." She frowned and erased the new scratches before tossing the pencil down in defeat. " Looks like another eyeless character, or a scarf to cover them.. but they all look like that." He glanced at her scrap pile of old pictures with eyeless sockets of shadow and scarves covering others. " I didn't mean in drawings. I meant in general, you never look anyone in the eye. Whether it be a live person, a painting.."

She eyed him for a moment, but when she looked at him she realized she was staring at his chest. She forced her gaze onto his face but found her eyes burrowing at his forehead. With great effort her eyes locked on his as she said. " That's not true, i'm looking at you now. In the eye." Her gaze quickly averted from him in relief that she had proven her point. He raised an eyebrow before saying in a unbelieving tone. " Right. Well I just was thinking that maybe eyes scare you. Or maybe it's something less than that?" Maybe you feel you are 'seeing' the person just fine without actually looking at them. You have always said you can judge a person as soon as you meet them, correct?"

She understood what he was getting at. It's been said one of the most liked features of the male and female body for the opposite gender is the eyes. Eyes can supposedly tell alot about a person, their emotions, whether or not they are telling the truth, if there is good or evil in them. She hadn't realized it but in her thinking she had been silent for a few minutes and so he added. " Well I suppose it's not important." She nodded and took out a blank piece of paper, and picked up her pencil before handing them both to him. " Draw an eye." Without hesitation, as if he had expected as much from her, he took them both and grabbed a chair by the table. He got to work on the requested doodle and drew an almost exact replica of her eye. He hadn't even looked up once to compare, so it was by memory. Even though it was her eye it was drawn by his perspective. It was darker in certain places and almost looked like a sun from an ancient written text she had seen in movies and in History books.

As he finished he slid it toward her although she had already been watching him draw it. "Tch.." Was the only sound of disgust she made as she walked out of the room leaving him alone with his chilled coffee.
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"They say that the eyes are the window to the soul
And if you look into my eyes
You may see heartache, confusion, or pain
Or you may see happiness, excitement, or surprise
But when I look into your eyes
I can see into the soul of the one I love" - by Lesley Aeschliman