2/27/2018

His eyes were like deep, endless seas of stormy blue, big and beautiful, staring back at me. It's true what they say—the eyes really are the windows to the soul. No matter how hard he tried to seem stone-hard to the world around him, his eyes gave him away. He was hurting. I could feel the emotion coming through, feel his sadness and desperation.

I smiled softly. "Hello again."

He frowned at me, his face saying heartless, but his eyes saying hurting. "Why are you here?" he asked me.

"It's been a while," I said. His eyes enthralled me.

"I don't want to talk to you," he said trying to look away. But something kept his face pointed at mine.

"I'm only here to help," I whispered. I reached out my hand, but he stopped it with his own.

"I don't want your help," he growled. "You've hurt me more than anybody else."

"Don't say that," I said, eyes watering. "You don't mean that. Remember all the good times. We used to have so much fun!"

Those stormy seas were giving way. "That was a long time ago. I don't want you anymore."

There was a long silence. Finally, my voice barely held together, I whispered, "What am I to you, then?"

A single tear ran down his cheek. "I don't know."

I felt the same tear run down mine. "I must mean something to you!" I cried, my voice breaking like stale bread. "Please don't leave me. I promise I'll do better. We can be happy, it just needs time."

His face turned a brilliant shade of crimson, like a rose in the dazzling summer sunshine. His voice was as smooth as a sawblade. "I. Don't. Have. Time."

I put my face in my hands, feeling the tears run across my fingers. "Please," I cried, my feeble frame shuddering with a sob, "I know you don't mean that. I know you still love me."

He didn't say anything.

I opened my puffy eyes and looked around. It was still just me and the mirror.