A/N: This is dedicated to all T/R fans, and everyone else who shares in my denial of the way it all ended.

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For a long time I thought they were brown. Not too dark, maybe a non-descript shade of mahogany. I never got close enough to know for sure until our first kiss, and then I was certain…no, not brown.

Blue or gray was out of the question. At least, any hue light enough to be considered blue or gray. But that wasn't a bad thing.

Not at all.

His head shifts against my shoulder, and for a moment they reflect an odd, ethereal shade of emerald green. Wait--normal again.

Must have been a trick of the light.

Now my face is hovering directly above his, and he immediately looks up to meet my stare.

"What's wrong, Rachel?" His soft mouth is inviting, but at the moment all I can do is continue to marvel.

"Nothing," I answer quickly, trailing a finger lightly over the lids of his curious eyes.

"Just wondering."