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I snorted. What rubbish was that? Eyes let you see into someone’s eyes. That’s not true. How could that be true? The pupils just a hole and the iris is a game of chance. So he had hazel eyes? That meant he’s got rare eyes. And the other one had hazel eyes as well. Two rare people. No wonder they were attracted. He looked straight into my eyes, brown, the most common eye colour, and lied to me. I thought if you looked them in the eyes you couldn’t lie.
I knocked the frame that held the picture of the three of us over, sickened. Was it going on when that had been taken? I turned away. My best friend and my partner. That was just wrong. As tears tracked down my cheeks once more all I could see was the look in his eyes begging me not to leave.
Eyes lie.