About him #3

Grey-blue irises staring back blankly, seeing everything but nothing in particular. Mournful, trusting eyes that tear away walls and replace them with cracked glass. Reflecting everything and showing that pain is a word that doesn’t describe anything.

“Why didn’t you tell me?” he asked, shaking his head. His eyes said everything.

“I’m telling you now,” I replied, not moving from where I stood planted on the concrete.

He paced around his small backyard, running his fingers through his hair, unsure of how to proceed. What to think.

“Take your hair down,” he said, not looking at me. I looked at the ground as I undid my bun, letting the hair fall around my face. I looked over at him as he walked towards me. He grabbed the hair at the nape of my neck and gently pulled it so I would look into his eyes.

“You make me crazy,” he said, putting his forehead against mine. Eyes searching.

I looked at his lips which I had tasted two weeks earlier and missed him. I would never kiss them again. I moved out of his grasp and fought tears. No. You make me crazy, I thought, walking away from him. I couldn’t do it. I couldn’t be so close to him anymore. I couldn’t touch him. He belonged to someone else now. I would never have him.

Reviews

Wow quite a snap into this brief moment in time of these two characters. Something tells me there is more; I hope so. I liked the fast shocking action and that you left your reader wondering.. trying to understand...What she told him that he had wished she had told him sooner... was it her undying love... is she with child? or both? I really enjoyed reading this ..