HIS EYES

POV - CELESTE COMTE

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Etched in Souls

I had never believed in love at first sight.

Love, to me, was something slow-burning—built over time, strengthened through understanding, and shaped by moments that truly mattered.

But the first time I saw him, everything I thought I knew shattered.

It wasn’t just attraction.

It was recognition.

A crowded street. People passing in hurried blurs, lost in their own worlds. And then—him.

Our eyes met across the distance, and for a moment, everything else faded.

Deep, piercing, filled with something I couldn’t name—his gaze locked onto mine, and suddenly, I forgot how to breathe.

Because I knew those eyes.

Even though I had never met him before.

The encounter should have been fleeting. A trick of the mind. A moment I would forget as quickly as it happened.

But fate had other plans.

Days later, he appeared again—this time at the library where I worked.

I was shelving books, running my fingers along their worn spines, when a strange awareness washed over me. Like I was being watched.

I turned.

And there he was.

Standing between the bookshelves, completely absorbed in whatever he was reading, his fingers tracing the edge of the pages in a way that made my heart stutter.

I couldn’t look away.

And then, as if he could feel my gaze, he lifted his head.

His lips parted.

"Celeste."

The sound of my name on his tongue sent a shiver down my spine.

I froze.

Because I had never told him my name.

I should have been afraid.

A stranger knowing my name? That wasn’t normal. It wasn’t logical.

But instead of fear, all I felt was certainty.

As if something deep inside me already understood.

I took a slow step toward him, my voice barely above a whisper. "How do you know my name?"

His expression shifted—hesitation, wariness, something unreadable flickering in his gaze.

Then, in a voice that sent chills down my spine, he said, "Because I’ve seen you before."

A frown tugged at my lips. "Where?"

His eyes darkened, filled with something almost haunted.

"In my dreams."

He told me things that should have been impossible.

Stories of past lives. Of memories he couldn’t explain.

Of the way he always saw me—different places, different times, always slipping away before he could reach me.

I wanted to call him crazy.

I should have called him crazy.

But the moment the words left his lips, something deep inside me clicked.

Because I had felt it, too.

Days turned into weeks.

Every moment with him felt like unraveling a mystery I had been waiting my whole life to solve.

Flashes of memories that weren’t mine haunted my dreams.

A woman in a flowing dress standing by the sea, waiting.

A soldier reaching for her as war tore them apart.

A promise whispered through time.

"I will find you again."

And now, here we were.

In this life. In this moment.

His eyes locked onto mine, just like before.

But this time, I wouldn’t let go.

Because some love stories aren’t written in books.

They’re etched in souls.

And his eyes?

They were my home.

❤️ THE END❤️

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