I pried my eyes off them, despite their transfixing spell. Golden hazel eyes picking a self-assured it.
I ran my fingers through familiar obsidian locks.
There it was.
He smirked boyishly as he summed an obviously younger looking girl passing by. I’d say she was about fourteen or fifteen. The sad part? He appeared as though he were in college. With a local Mosscreek community college hoodie. He snickered something to his friends while nudging his square chin towards her direction.
In actuality, it wasn’t sad. It was sickening. It hit me like a spear to the heart… and during that second, inner demons flashed before me.
I slide on rectangular framed sunglasses… of which I figured were Versace by the symbol on either side. Beginning what I called a trial, I looked at him with such conviction that if my eyes weren’t concealed by frames, he’d feel as helpless as a child in a crowded market place. Or a fish surrounded by a swarm of great whites. Or more accurately, a tiger being wickedly watched by a lion twice the viciousness it could ever possess. Driven to no return.
This is it. This is it.
THIS IS IT.
THIS IS IT.
