Sapphire. It was the color of the eyes staring back at him. Sometimes they were swirls of icy blue with the occasional purple undertones. But on this night, they were pure sapphire. Maybe it was the way the moon reflected off of them, or maybe it was the mood she was in. He was mesmerized.
"Spike? Earth to Spike!" Dawn giggled and gave his arm a playful punch.
"Ouch! You're gettin' strong, Platelet!" Spike rubbed his arm dramatically, like it hurt.
"Sure," she sighed.
So maybe she wasn't the strongest girl in the world, but she had eyes like sapphires.
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