Andrew's Point of View
"How?" Erika asks. "It's not like you saw her." Erika added. There was this oddness to her tone. as if she knew what happened at the party that night exactly.
On the other hand, her eyes had a certain vulnerability to them. Her blue eyes were a shade darker than from what I had seen last night. There's something about them that pulls me towards them. I feel gravitated to them... to her.
"Yup, I saw her." I say which is partially true since she was wearing that damn party mask and I didn't get to see her face. But I got to see her unmistakably blue eyes and her raven black hair through which I have imagined running my hands countless times.
Her eyes.
Those blue eyes could make one wonder about the depth of the skies and the vastness of the seas. Those eyes have h
