Her eyes were so blue and her skin so pale, that she didn't look real. Could he have imagined her? He doubted it. James stood looking for the girl who vanished without a trace. One second the girl with the bluest eyes stood in front of him crying and the next she was gone. What happened? Did he look away? Did he blink? He couldn't remember. All he could think about was her eyes. There was trouble there. James turns and lights a cigarette. Slowly he takes a drag and walks towards the el.
"James?" a female voice whispers.
James turns and sees her again.
"How did you know my name?"
"I know more than you think."
"Are you an angel?" He asks as he stares into her eyes.
"Not quite."
As if under a spell, James collapses to the ground. No one notice other than the girl with the blue eyes. She leans down and whispers into his ear and the two disappear as if they were never there to begin with.
Twelve hours have passed, when James awakens. He dismisses everything he remembers as a dream.
"I must have been exhausted to have dreamt all of that."
The door to his room slowly opens and the girl enters. Her eyes as blue as the cloudless sky feel as though they can see right through him, as if she is peering into his soul and knows all of his deepest darkest secrets. She moves closer and closer. So close that James is looking right into her eyes. Almost nose to nose.
Then he feels it. Her pain. She is broken, that's why her eyes are so clear. He realizes that it isn't she who can see his soul, but he can see hers. He sees the pieces that are broken and bandaged. He knows how they've come to be that way. And more than that he knows how to fix it.
