But it was his eyes that captivated me. Those oceans of blue, I swear you could still see the waves of the past crashing in them, but only late at night- when there was nothing but the lamp lit streets showing them to me. I would sit there and soak up every inch of him into the last empty spaces of my brain, the fine carved structure of his face the only untouched thing left, that jaw he would clench whenever his dad grabbed the bottles again, those lips that have traveled all over my neck trying to replace the taste of cruelness, his rosy cheeks that made up the only innocence left of him, those messy eyebrows always frowned up in confusion and then again, there were those damn eyes.