Then his face filled her mind. She watched the hope being dragged out of his beautiful, wide eyes, as if by an invisible force. The memory made her want to deny everything and tell him it was all a lie. It was a lie. She had lied of course, but that didn’t make it any easier to watch to actually see the literal hope slipping out of his eyes. It was such a traumatic thing to see hope fade. It made her wonder “What if I’m the one who destroyed him?” She didn’t even know she could be that important to someone. But it didn’t matter. He was dead now. “But what if he’s dead because of me?”. Her eyes stung with the realization. At least he didn’t have to live with the trauma. She had exotic brown eyes and luscious blonde hair. Alice was reckless, but nothing could change what happened. She was only grade 3!