God I loved his eyes. They held the whole ocean. When he was happy, they were a clear, radiant blue. They were usually slightly crinkled around the corners as he laughed or smiled, with no trace of a storm.

But when he was angry? Oh, that was a completely different matter. They were gray, murky, and blazing with rage. Those eyes could burn a whole in your heart.

When he was sad? They turned icy, cold, totally unlike him. There were a few clouds, but mostly just ice. This hurt me the most.

The day he left, they were an odd mix of the three. Those eyes swallowed me whole and I'm still trying to get out of them.