At 25, he had already spent a life-time of regrets and guilt.
And the thought that there was more to come weighed on his mind heavily.
As he squeezed her hand and looked deep into her eyes, she wondered if it was only her eyes he could see, or if he was able to look through them and into the dark lair where she kept her secrets hidden.
She blinked a couple times and looked away, an innocent smile on her face, deceptively stealing interest in the beauty of their surroundings, not yet ready for her eyes to plead guilty.
After they caught me, they buried me in a bowling lane with only my head on the surface, sitting amongst the pins. I try to close my eyes, but I can’t, because I recognize the ball coming towards me and I can see that it wishes there was somewhere else it could go.