For the final day, I decided on a drabble.

Day 8: Eyes

I never noticed.

My parent's eyes are blue. My grandparent's eyes are blue and brown.

Mine are green.

Because, probably, my birth and the circumstances surrounding it.

It's hard not to be superstitious.

Not to believe in things like fate and destiny when you're acknowledged as the second coming of an ancient god.

Her eyes.

Azure. The color of the ocean waters; calm, blue, with a hint of the power that lies just beneath the surface.

I could stare into those eyes forever.

"What are you looking at, football head?"

Or until she catches me.

I smile.

Maybe one day.