“I can’t quite get your eye color.”
He just stared at me with my face. I was focused on his real eyes when I realized that he was sorting through colors. “Not quite right,” he muttered. “Too silver. Now too dark. They’re so pale.”
It was true. My eyes were such a light gray they barely had any pigment at all.
A cloud with the slightest hint of rain.”
“Streams of melting snow,” I answered without thinking.
— Jun 12, 2018 08:01AM
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