Shattered Soul
They say that the eyes are the window to the soul. I’ve always known what that meant in theory, but never had I thought about it in respect to someone whose eyes I was looking into. Last night I saw someone’s soul. It was shattered.
In the one moment that our eyes caught and held, I saw such a heartbroken emptiness. It was a look of wonderment, confusion and a loss so profound, that while standing still, I felt like something inside of me, something invisible, was being leeched from my body. My feelings, emotions, something spiritual maybe, I don’t know what it was. I’m not really sure if was being pulled from me like a magnetic force or if it was something I was extending. I do know it was something beyond my control, something that wasn’t mental.
Was it my sympathy I felt leaving me.. being offered where it belonged, my heart breaking for a broken heart, or was it a bit of my soul going to help mend the shattered one, the one that I can’t begin to fathom the depths of despair it must feel? I think it was all of that and not nearly enough.
I was looking into the eyes of a friend, a mother whose 13 year old son was in a car day before yesterday with two other teens. He was killed instantly when the driver of the car lost control and struck a tree.

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