The Soul's Color

She wondered what the child could look like, considering that she couldn't even begin to guess. People had told her so often that newborns were ugly; they are slimy and puffy eyed and it is perfectly normal to not thing your child is beautiful. She was more worried about who it could look like, who's eyes it would have.

"It can hear you now, you know", he told her. He had dark blue eyes that looked like the ocean, and seemed just as deep. They were beautiful, he was beautiful, she wished she could picture the baby looking like him.

What did he know? How could he possibly understand what she was going through? Then again, he didn't say that he did, he just stated a scientific fact. She still wasn't ready.

"Please don't do this. God wouldn't want you to do this."

She ran her previous thoughts through her head again. Looking into his eyes, he looked like he cared, but he doesn't know her, she thought, he has no idea. He was standing there with his picket sign that read " God loves your child. Accept Help." looking at her as if he had all the answers. He didn't, though, he couldn't help her.

The young girl hurried past him into the building. This would all be over soon. She could forget all about this.

The waiting room was calm. She was the only one there, and the calmness almost scared her. But it didn't scare her enough to make her change her mind. She swallowed her hesitation and approached the front desk.

"Can I help you?" the woman at the desk said. She had dark brown hair and dark brown eyes. She looked to be in her mid thirties and she could see a simple gold wedding band on her left ring finger. Her voice had a gentleness to it that the girl couldn't explain. How was she so relaxed? The girl looked down and wanted to run back to the boy with the blue eyes. The woman was pregnant.

"I need to, umm, I need to get a..." her voice trailed off slowly while her thoughts raced. Is that what she would look like in a few months if she did run back to the blue eyed boy?

"Miss?"

She jumped. Suddenly she did want to run back to him. She wanted to point to his sign and ask if he really could help. Could he tell her parents for her? Could she stay with him when they kicked her out? Could he be the parent she was sure she wasn't ready to be?

"Miss, could you let the next person in line step up if you aren't ready?"

She looked behind her. There was no one there. The relaxed brown eyed woman just stared at her.

She left.

He wanted to say something when he saw her come back out the large glass door. Had she really changed her mind? After the dozens of girls that had walked past him, had this woman changed her mind? The ocean eyed man watched the woman walk past him. She still looked scared, but she was different somehow. She was brave. The girl who had walked into that building that he stood outside every Saturday was not there anymore. The woman had left her inside. She hurried past him again and he caught a glimpse of her green eyes before she looked away. They looked like a forest, filled with mystery, and just as deep. He wondered if he would ever see her again.

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