The Eyes Of The Heart 750 Words

The eyes of the heart

(750 words)

After an alternate ending to a pre-existing story and an original story, here I am now with a 750-word story, another little challenge to myself. Let me know how it went.

To avoid wasting anyone's time, I will say right away that there are no sex scenes.

As usual, please keep in mind that English is not my native language, so I hope you will forgive me some mistakes and the possible misuse of some words.

Everyone said that Katelyn and I made a wonderful couple. We had met by chance, on a rainy evening when she had taken shelter under a canopy, waiting for the storm to subside. I had shyly approached her, offering her an umbrella, and from that moment everything had changed.

We were not only in love, we were linked by an invisible thread that united us in a way that no one could understand. From our first meeting I had noticed a unique feature in Katelyn: she could read everything I was thinking in my eyes. It was not mere intuition or a play of glances, but a real connection that allowed her to perceive my deepest and most hidden thoughts, as if they were whispered directly from my mind.

It couldn't be just a coincidence. She could look into my eyes and know exactly what I was feeling, what my fears, my joys, my desires were. It was as if my eyes were an open window to my soul for her, and Katelyn had the key to enter it.

The first time I knew for sure was when, after about a month or so of us dating, at the end of a romantic dinner at my house, as I was pondering how to make my advances for a first night of lovemaking, she wiped her lips with her napkin, stood up, and without saying a word stripped naked. Then, ignoring my wide-open mouth in amazement, she offered me her wonderful body and said: "Yes, I want to make love too, Rob. I want to feel you all inside me." Then she took my hand and led me to the bedroom for a wonderful after-dinner dessert.

Another example that comes to mind concerns my insecurities. I had always been a little afraid of an uncertain future, afraid that I would not be able to take care of her the way I wanted to. This thought had been plaguing me for a long time, but one evening, snuggled up on the sofa, she suddenly squeezed my arm, invited me to look at her. Then, smiling sweetly at me, she whispered, "You don't have to worry. I know how you feel, and it's okey. We are one, and I believe in you more than you believe in yourself."

I looked at her in surprise. It was as if Katelyn had read right into me, without the need for words.

"How do you do that?" I asked her in an a tone of disbelief.

She kissed me gently on the lips and then simply said, "Because your eyes cannot lie to those who really love you."

After we were married I was offered a job in another city. It was an incredible opportunity, but it would have meant leaving everything behind: our home, our friends, our families.

I was very indecisive about what to do, and I had not told her anything yet. One afternoon, as we were quietly walking along, I was thinking about just that when Katelyn took my hand and looking at me intently said, "Rob, if you think this is the right thing for you, I will follow you anywhere. We're in this together, and we'll find a way to make it work."

I looked at her, confused for a moment. I moved closer, kissing her gently on the forehead. "How do you always know before I even say it?"

She giggled, clinging to me. "Because your eyes tell me everything I need to know, and I can't help but answer you from my heart."

Wonderful story, isn't it? But unfortunately, happiness never lasts forever and sooner or later it ends, maybe because of someone's death, maybe for other reasons.

After a few years, things between Katelyn and me no longer seemed the same, although I could not explain why, and I became certain one afternoon. It was my office hours and my boss asked me to go to an accountant, about 20 minutes away by subway, to pick up some documents and bring them to him.

As I left his studio and was walking back, I saw Katelyn coming out of a small hotel in the company of a man with his arm around her waist.

She saw me, too, and our eyes met. She paled and then, leaving the man, certainly overwhelmed with intolerable guilt, she hurried across the street and threw herself under a passing car at high speed.

She had seen our end on my face.