Ah. Those funny coloured days of yesteryear. Gone. Wasted. Frittered away like last night’s chip paper, discarded without a second glance.
I recall we never spoke to each other. Words weren’t needed with the connection we had through our tunnel vision, as our eyes locked when we passed each other in the corridor.
I recall I held my breath. Or stopped breathing, one or the other. Everything else disappeared, merged into the weird mist that surrounded the depths of your deep brown eyes that grew bright as we stole those few special seconds from reality.
We never spoke. Only stared. Gazed. Once or twice a week, then, inexplicably, we found ourselves pressed together in a crowded room, where we couldn’t speak, couldn’t stare. Heart pounding, that physical connection lasted far longer than the actual time that passed, a breathless moment straddling the gateway to eternity.
Now, looking back from the other side of eternity’s abyss, through fragmented memories and forgotten names, I still see your eyes through that tunnel, and imagine that, even through all these discarded years, you still see mine.
Better that than the reality of throwing it all away, wouldn’t you say?
The Unicorn Challenge from Jenne Gray and C E Ayr. To write up to 250 words using a picture as the prompt.
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The Mansionic Perspective 
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