The Eyes

One day she decided she would keep his eyes. It's not like he would miss them anyway...
She understood those eyes better than he did. And that should make her their rightful owner.
They didn't really fit his mouth... it was just a mouth. What were those eyes doing there?
No, they were a treasure. And she should keep it.
How frustrated he was, that she didn't feel that way about his dick. Or his muscles, he had good muscles. But there she stood, impassible to his offers: "No, just the eyes". He even offered his heart. "Eyes", she said.
He couldn't give his eyes. They saw too much of the world, they knew too much, understood too much. Even if the owner didn't, those eyes did. They could tell a million stories...
"He might not be totally uninteresting", she thought. But the discrepancy between what she saw in his eyes and the rest was too big for her to bear it. It's not that she hated it; she just wasn't interested. She could make a whole movie about those eyes - but she couldn't do much with anything else. And she was too tired to pretend she could.
"I know it sounds bad, but I really just want one thing from you: your eyes, or nothing at all".
He felt so rejected as she spoke these words. But he should know women, they are all after one thing, with no respect for the man himself. So he gave her his eyes. What else he could do?
It was so dark when she left with his eyes on her hand, glowing like diamonds. But he would survive.
She was not a mean girl. She just was too in love with his eyes. Those divine eyes... so easy to love, without the human behind. And she loved them for all eternity.