Description
His eyes... His eyes were finally active. They darted about, responding to the environment around them. Their deep blue green more alluring then ever, even sparkling. But his eyes... His turquoise irises only contrasted even more greatly with the red blood surrounding them. Almost as if someone had drawn red cartilage ink into his eyes on accident, mistaking them for a painting. And his eyes...! They didn't stop darting. They never stopped to focus on his elder brother, sitting at the corner of the room with his umbrella neatly folded in his palm. They never stopped to watch as his heart monitor steadily kept pace. They never stopped to meet my eyes, no matter how much I mentally begged them to. Silence fills the room. I'm tempted to speak, but again your eyes. They distract me. They frighten me. And they frighten you. Finally, you break the silence. "It's dark." -Warning- -This story will have many darker themes. Drug abuse, comatose and vision loss are part of the plot, as well as some heavy anxiety and depression. While I don't mean for the story to be overly depressing (and there will be some balancing positives) you should know what the story will contain. There will also be smut and sexual themes.-
Fourteen Final Seconds, Three Last Words
