A secret I've never told anyone is how terrifyingly easy I find it to read people's eyes. It's a gift that comes with being invisible,but it's a gift that's not without costs. Because there's no turning back, no way to unsee what I see.
And sometimes, what I see breaks my heart.
Eyes are supposed to be the windows to one's soul, but sometimes...
A person's eyes...
It's what reveals when they have no soul to begin with.
Even when I wish it wasn't so, a person's eyes can never lie, and no matter how much I wish that this friend in school or that person from work is someone I can trust—-
Their eyes always give them away.
It always has been so...untilhim.
And I just don't get it.
I stare into Ezio's eyes, and it's the epitome of soulfulness.
His soul exists, and it's the real him who's underneath all the urban legends and blood-stained legacy that comes with being a Marchetti.
Please make me understand, God.
Is this supposed to mean something?
Is there a reason why it's this man's eyes alone that I can't read?
And is it the same reason why he's able to save me?
"How are you feeling?"
Hesoundsconcerned, but is he really?
"How many fingers do you see?"
I almost sigh in relief. Nowthat,I can answer. "Four."
He relaxes, but seeing this has the opposite effect on me.
Oh no.
The truth hits me all of a sudden, and a wave of nausea has me jerking to my feet. I
"Careful!"
He's on his feet as well, only he's not swaying like I am.
Ezio reaches for me, and I automatically jump back.
He frowns.
"I think you should see a doctor."
I start shaking my head but stop when the sides of my temple throb anew.
"You are clearly not okay."
He's suddenly in front of me, and I catch a whiff of his aftershave.
