And after staring at me in the eyes for what seemed to last hours, he looked down and touched my right knee with his fingertips and whispered: "Brown eyes are so common but when I look at yours I always feel the urge to look at it under a strong light. They're not black but you can't notice they're brown right away either.. You know it is there, you know it starts, but does it end? It's like looking at a hole, trying to use a lantern to see what's down there. What is, not if there is. I'm scared if I look at you for too long I'll end up falling in the abyss your eyes are forever."
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