his grey eyes were full of snow , as if the iris of each eye were one of those snow globes that you shake up to see the snow fly . i think i stood there , looking down at the thing in my hand , the thing covered with cloth that had once been ... once been an arm that used to hold me ... wrap itself around me . he pulled cuffs up from the foot of the bed and waited for her answer . he asked with a perfect brilliant smile . i gripped my knees , nails digging into skin . 