Out of all the graffitti decorating the underpass, the one piece that stood out the most were a set of bright green eyes right at the farthest end where the steps leading back to the surface sat just out of sight. You could have sworn you saw those same painted eyes dotted all around the city... you could have sworn they weren't looking at you a second ago.
You stared the eyes right in their pupil, trying to hold off the urge to blink, just to see if they would move again or if you'd imagined them being in a different position to begin with. A fly hurtled towards you, breaking your concentration and causing you to flail about briefly as you tried to swat it away.
When you turned back the eyes were shut.
You didn't stop yourself from blinking again, standing utterly still as the painted eyes blinked with you. It took you a good couple of minutes to realise that there were several sets of identical eyes along the walls near you now, with more appearing every time you opened your eyes again.
Before long you couldn't see anything other than those eyes, a sea of green that opened and closed without you having to blink at all. A sound like bird's wings began to fill the air as the eyes all moved faster and faster and closer and closer until all you could saw was a singular set of green eyes staring back at you from your own face.
Then, as suddenly as it began, it stopped. The underpass was filled with the usual assorted scrawls and tags and you were all alone. There were no eyes on the walls anymore, nor anywhere you looked on your way back home. The world felt a little emptier somehow.
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