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Visions of Violet Eyes
by Shala-chan
He has lovely eyes, you know. It took a long time for me to figure that out; to admit it to myself. And now that I have, how can I admit it to him? I can't. And that's what makes it hurt the most. That I can't tell him.
Even if I could, it could destroy our friendship. I'd rather just go on being good old Rowen, the blue-haired wonder, then have him push me away. It still hurts. And it always will . . .
The first thing I noticed was his eyes, you know. Besides his hair, I mean, and I suppose it would only be the one eye. I may be one of the few who've ever seen both of his eyes at once. So calm, cold . . . and a wonderful shade of violet.
Oh, Sage, my friend, you are the one my heart aches for. The one I'll never get. Because I'm too much of a coward to try. And I always will be.
I saw him the other day. Meditating with his eyes open, completely unfocused. And almost completely open. I doubt even I, his best friend, have seen Seiji completely open. He's too much in control. But those eyes, softened slightly, the way they go when he's watching the loveliness of nature . . .
I'll try. Someday, I'll break down and tell him. Someday . . . but for now, when I look at the stars at night, when I go to sleep, I'll dream. And have visions of violet eyes.