If the whole world died--right now--I would die in content. Daniel stared expressionlessly at me from the computer chair beside my bed as I stared up at the ceiling. Just the feel of his eyes on me, knowing he was quite possibly thinking about me, made me happy. I wanted desperately to hold his hand, or to have him hold me. I wanted to show that he was the only one I might possibly care about.

What am I saying?

I shook my head with a silly grin, closing my eyes as if, by doing that, it would shut up my thoughts.

"What are you smiling about?" his voice soft questioned. His hand dropped to my hand, gently squeezing it. I turned my hand palm up and twined my fingers with his. His warm fingers felt hot against my icy ones. Rolling onto my side, I opened my eyes. I stared up at him, looking at his dark brown eyes.

"Your eyes," I fibbed. "They're beautiful." That add-on was no lie.

"It's funny; I had dark blue eyes before," he told me.

"Do you miss them?" I asked in earnest.

"Sometimes," he answered. "But then, I look into your eyes and remind myself, I'm not the only one."