On hot days like these, you can stand outside and hear everything within miles. I could hear the cars in the distance, lucky them, I thought. They are free while I'm here about to get my life ripped from me. Will they hear me scream?
His eyes were a blue I couldn't describe but to say that the image of them are burned into my memory. Those blue piercing eyes...forever an echo in my memories. Sometimes those eyes come to me in the night staring at me even under my eyelids. I wake abruptly only to have those eyes staring me down in my room in the night.
"Are you crazy? What the hell are you doing here...if anyone finds out.." I whisper to him.
Before he can respond his image is gone and I remember that my life left me long ago.
I miss those eyes that could stare into mine and know me so deeply, so fully that I wouldn't have to even try to say a word because he already knows. How anyone could comprehend my thoughts was a miracle. The stare he would throw my way speaking in ways that he couldn't. I knew he would do anything to keep me safe. Those eyes I miss, that boy once mine.
On hot days like these, I remember that day when those blue eyes left me for good. They were stripped of me by people who thought we could not be together, should not be together. Now we lead separate lives and the spirit of his eyes stay with me to get me by. No one knows how they scarred me, how they killed me when they took him away.
No, I knew no one would hear me scream.
