If the eyes are the windows to the soul, I am afraid. I am not afraid because of what I saw when I looked into your eyes. I am not afraid of the hardness I saw. I am not afraid of the coldness I felt. I am not afraid of the intentional and harsh lack of emotion I stumbled on when my gaze sought to push past the initial barrier that it encountered. I am afraid because I found myself unsurprised and unmoved. I did not encounter anger, nor did I see pain. I simply encountered a severe and direct refusal to acknowledge any emotion whatsoever.
Would that I could block my thoughts and refuse to recall the past.
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