The orange glow grows fainter as I watch it, receding back and under the sleeve of my shirt. Gasping, I throw the clothing off me. The light follows the streams before it settles in my heart, seemingly gone.
I close my eyes. Sliding down the wall, my head spins, I grapple with the wooden frame of the window to hold myself. Pressing my cheek against the glass, I relish in it's cool touch. Opening my eyes, I face a terrifying sight.
I don't breathe. I don't move. I can't think.
My eyes glow a bright silver. They're cool like the moonlight and pierce the soul with their gaze. And they scare the s**t out of me.
I sit there for awhile, watching my eyes shine seemingly everlasting. But the more I look at them, the more relax I become, and the more relax I become, the faster they fade back to
