So sweet, so easy to slaughter.
Your eyes, deep brown, so warm, ringed in a green rivalled only by the feathers of the brightest bird. Enchanting is the word for them. Your eyes, staring up at me from where you knelt on the ground. Drawing me in, the lights so bright in them it was almost impossible to look for too long. Almond shaped, and thick dark eyelashes. Auburn hair that swept in long locks across your forehead, from where I moved them back to lay that one last kiss on your forehead. That one last kiss, to distract you as I lay the cold metal of the gun against your temple. The whisper of 'I love you' to disguise the click of the bullet sliding into the barrel. That last caress on your warmed cheek, to hide your innocence from the squeeze of the trigger. All that time, those eyes.