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Irises.
The creator of one's eye color. It controls the diameter of the pupil and affects how much light is received into the eye.
Eyes are the gates to the soul, aren't they? What a strange saying.
Rick dragged his hand over his face with a sigh. (Y/n)'s eyes were definitely something...
He looked up at the grey ceiling and the silence of the room engulfed him. The piercing noise one gets when in silence for a while began humming through his mind. He closed his eyes.
Irises can help determine one's health at times.
It's strange how much the iris does.
Rick turned to face (Y/n) who was leaned against the wall in a relaxed way. He brushed the hair from her face and gazed at her half-lidded eyes.
Her (e/c) orbs were dull, glassy, her pupils were large. Rick looked away and swallowed thickly.
Irises don't change color after death.
While all the color drains from her lifeless body, that color still remains...
"I will never see that color the same way again.." Rick murmured, standing up. He walked out of the room and closed the door with a soft click.
The light from the single window in the room spilled over (y/n)'s body, her cold eyes shining from the light.
fin.