A set of slate gray eyes settle on the woman in front of him. The one posed on her knees with her palms flat to the ground in front of her. The one just staring straight back at him. Her azure eyes sparkle, they show her emotions to no one else but him. Those eyes can show a whole world of truths but only to the one that knows her better than any other. He can read her like an open book, every emotion which is sitting barely under the surface and right now it is an array he can see so much, more than he thought possible, so many that it is nearly hard for him to watch.
He doesn't see the disgust that he sees in the eyes of others. One look is enough to reaffirm exactly why he is putting himself through all this torture, one single glance from those azure eyes re-motivates him. It makes h
