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Author's Note: Nope, not dead yet, although I am a year older (I will accept reviews from you all as belated gifts. At least tell me you read it.) Chose the worst time to update--currently, it is right before finals. Reminded myself that I'll be writing 100 of these. Drabbles should become more drabble-length now. All of these shorts are from now on unbetaed. Critique away!

Theme Seven: The Look in Your Eyes

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Edogawa Conan knows Haibara's eyes are a light shade of blue. Frankly, so does everyone who's glanced at her—her foreign features stand out in a sea of homogeneity. He knows that they are, to be specific, icy blue. Even coupled with her strange mannerisms when they first met—obvious indicators that she was not what she seemed—Haibara never even piqued his instinctual curiosity, until she smiled at him, telling him in a proud voice, how she murdered his dear professor.

In an instant, a flash of white lit up her eyes, and as lightening strikes sand, turned them into glass.

And when the glass broke, and her voice broke too, painfully into an unanswered, "Why?", she had looked up at him with eyes as deep and dark as the unknown depths of the sea, of the ephemeral twilight.

He wakes each day, hoping to see them again. After all, white eyes are the eyes of the ghosts he failed to save—eyes that lolled back upon death and remained there, unseeing—who continue to punish him for coming too late. And should Haibara become the next addition to his never-ending torture, he knows he won't be able to bear it.