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“If you ask them about it, you will have to tell them about seeing me. If you do that, I swear they will pack everything up and move. Meaning you will not see me for a while.” As he finished speaking, I noticed his eyes had gone bright red and you didn't hear the owls anymore. “I’ve always trusted you more than my parents so why would I ask them, since you have already said they have been lying to me.” When I looked away from Marcus, I noticed there were about 7 pairs of vibrant colored eyes surrounding us. Slowly another set appeared but were purple with gold specks.

XERO. People like to believe monsters are born. They're wrong. They're made. My mother spent years trying to convince me I was still worth saving. Worth loving. She called me her son. Everyone else called me a monster. Then she walked into my life. Beautiful. Untouched. Completely unaware that she'd just become the center of mine. Blue hair. Ocean blue eyes. A streak of black cutting through them like a warning no one else noticed. No expensive makeup.

Belle York, my wife, was pregnant, but on our way back from getting the diagnosis, she said, “I have something to tell you. The baby is Harry’s. I also got a notice saying that my health won’t let me have another baby after this one.” When she saw my smile freeze, she took out a paternity test. Harry Grant, my brother-in-law, was indeed listed as the father. Her voice was eerily calm. “On the day you fell asleep at the back of the jeep with fever, we did it in the passenger seat, right where I’m sitting.” In an instant, I felt like I had fallen into the abyss. I opened my mouth, but it was like something was blocking my throat. As she spoke, Belle cast her eyes on her swollen belly,

I grabbed the huge canvas and my paints without bothering to tie my hair up. Colors collided on the canvas, raw and wild. Rage mixed with sorrow, bleeding into every stroke—red for the fury in the background, black for the emptiness, lines in the red, white for the hollow ache blending with the blue, brown for the weight of it all. But...Blue surged, sharp and piercing, until his image actually emerged. Not the man himself, but his eyes. Those cruel, calculating blue eyes that knew exactly how to lie. The image spoke...as if it was actually him on the other side—laughing at me, cruelly.

The black shiny cloudy hair of yours, Please honor me by showering them with rain. The deep ocean pearl eyes of yours, Can't wait, please let me dive into them. You are my destination, You are the one. I am here Moonlight; to you, for you, with you, There is no other place on the planet, I want to go or I would choose to go. You are my destination, You are the one. Yes, baby, You are the ONE; the only ONE..... ______________________________________

She held my hand tightly, "Sarah, come home with us." My gaze unconsciously turned to William. He was looking at me too. Behind him were lush green trees. When I looked over, William's eyes held a gentle smile. He also reached out his hand to me. "Sarah, let's go home." There were still twenty minutes until seven o'clock.

I urged "The table.... the door.....the clock......and.....uh- you?" I smiled, brushing his damp hair away from his face. "Mention three blue things you can see" I said. "The painting---my shirt--- your---" His rapid breathing slowed down. "Your eyes" he breathed. I embraced him and he held onto me. "It's okay. You're okay" I whispered, stroking his hair. "I'm sorry-- I--" "Sh-- it's fine. Just breathe" He nodded. Soon, his breathing evened out. I could tell that he'd fallen asleep.

I sang completely off-tune to Justin Bieber’s song, tapping my foot on the floor of the car as my fingers tapped on the steering wheel. I shook my head, letting the wind come from the open window to caress my face. I smiled bobbing my head with the song. Looking at myself in the mirror, my smile widened. The sun shone directly on me, making my light blue eyes sparkle like ocean waves and brown hair look lighter and shine like sand on a desert. Somebody take a picture!

(Last chapter continued) A lone tear fell as she sang a soft old English song . . ~"The night begins to shine When I look at you I see the story in your eyes. When we're dancing The night begins to shine. The night begins to shine When we're dancing The night begins to shine The night begins to shine Had my mind made up I wanna feel your touch. When I look at you I see the story in your eyes When we're dancing. The night begins to shine.

I could only see the swirls of gold in his eyes, every other thing was blurred to me. Both of us were lost in a state of trance. The singer continued: I can be your hero baby I can kiss away the pain I will stand by you forever You can take my breath away His skin was looking so much smooth and pale under the dim lights. I wanted to run my fingers on his well-sculpted face. No one breaking eye contact. Oh, I just hold you I just hold you, oh yeah Am I in too deep? Have I lost my mind? Well, I don't care, you're here tonight