The Eternal Gaze

Her eyes were the final thing I remembered before everything went black. Such eyes which are so profound and yet so blank, divine yet so critical had me in their grip. The epochal frames lingered interminably, and day faded into night with no transition in sight. I was haunted by a cryptic note that had slipped under my door earlier: It then asks questions such as “eyes. “

Her eyes were dark green and transmitted a level of intensity that engulfed me; no matter how hard I tried, I was unable to resist her gaze. A strange pain writhed through my belly, fixing me securely to the earth.

I also found it becoming difficult to breathe and my skin lost color while my limbs felt weighed down. Despite her frozen body, the suggestion in her attitude served to hold me to her person. I felt an unknown, terrifying something in me, in spite of I laughed at paranormal activities.

Glancing down at a raven who dared drawing near, her eyes made the bird freeze. It hovered, its bottom end off the ground as if it was arrested in mid air. The bird turned to me for a moment before she pinned it and buried its life under her mute determination.

My body yielded to the pressure being exerted on me as we stood in the alley during the evening. Did she have any link with the note? I was unable to protest as she dismissed me with a careless hand gesture. Her lips opened and closed, but no words came out, yet the look on her face told a story.

Panic combined with unknown fascination as she came near to greet him. Beside her, I was petrified and felt a sensation of my heart being at rest. I was equally scared and drawn to her; my eyes therefore remained locked on hers. She captured all of my senses and eradicated my rationality, keeping me obsessed with her.

My disappearance, as she moved closer, signifying dynamism amidst stabilization. She had taken over my entire world, her eyes were now the only proof of the world I knew. Fear and desire became intertwined when I gave in and embraced her essence. I felt myself losing control of, heart and soul to her, while my mind frantically searched for a way out.

When she was in it, even time became an abstract concept, something non-existent. By the times, her eyes sparkled like those of a so deep-souled woman that brings love, fear and attraction for the unknown. As I looked deep into the irises, I believed myself part of her life and that we were not two separate souls. The exterior reality was reduced to nothing; what mattered most was the togetherness we had attained and thus, any form of destruction outside of that singular moment held no concern to me.

“You belong,” she repeated, taking in my etheric body before she passed on her last breath. Finally I was lonely, and in her I saw a certain kind of freedom that I never knew before. Her eyes looked at me infinitely and with depth, and this was my new existence, an existence of unity and the state of perfection.

With her, I found the perfect pitch that links the beginning to the end. She was everything I have ever wanted, becoming my Empress, my Temptress and the source and end of my life. In her eyes, I found the core that made my world, as if they contained everything I needed to evoke my desires and the course of my life. Her eyes were more than a mirror; they were a revelation where all that belonged to the past or the future became an eternal now.