My heart was instantly confused; in the same second it broke into a sprint, smashing against my ribs with blunt and forceful knocking, sounding alarms of all kinds deep within my eardrums, and defaulted to a nearly painful canter—sluggish and irregular. The eyes that stared back at mine were indisputably the bluest eyes I had ever seen, possessing so many varying shades of turquoise that, simply calling them blue was both obtuse and inaccurate. They were barrier reef and pale, cloudless sky, outfitted by a cluster of lashes thicker and darker than any hedge could afford. They were stunning.
© Cara Rosalie Olsen