Asundered Soul

Chapter 3

"It’s you!", he whispered in a voice barely audible, his eyes wide in surprise. My eyes snapped up to his and once again I was baffled by the sadness lurking inside those saucer-shaped brown pair of orbs.

"What are you doing here?" He demanded, annoyance and frustration clear in his voice, as though I was interrupting something meaningful to him. Padding a little forward I could notice the the redness and moisture lining the sides of his eyes, I instantly knew he had been crying. Maybe that's why he sounded annoyed, he didn't like a girl to see him in such a vulnerable situation. Or it could be some other reason.

"A-actually," I struggled to find words, failing miserably.

In a flash of a moment, his eyes flickered with curiosity and realization, he looked at me straight in the eyes.

"Are you here to thank me for yesterday?" He stood up from his chair to his full length. “No...really? That.... would be a little too absurd." He nodded to himself, unsure. He folded his arms and his arched eyebrows knitted together to form a furrow. "How did you find my house? Did you— did you happen to follow me all the way here?!", he declaimed in shock.

He obviously forgot he had been crying a moment ago I gratified the universe by entering this room. I was glad that his attention had diverted from grieving his eyes out to boiling my blood double-quick. Well, not that glad.

But... me following him to his house?!

Isn't that a bit too extravagant!

"No way, dude." I emphasized on the word dude, raising my hands and looking at him with a disbelieving expression.

"I just—", I continued, trying to remember the reason why I came here, crushing the urge to stare into his eyes. And obviously, I failed.

"I live nearby okay... and I just came here to give some cookies to your mom. But I also ended up helping her with arranging the furniture, and she told me to keep this darned bag upstairs." I pointed my finger to the bag. "So I would highly appreciate if you stop throwing impossible and absolutely bizarre accusations at me!” I finished yelling with a sigh, attempting my best not to look at his magnificent eyes.

Oh, his eyes. Looking at me skeptically.

He nodded almost involuntarily, and walked towards me with a careful but feline grace, as though I would hit and beat the shit out of him. And once again, my heart stopped, making it incapable to breathe properly. He crouched down next to my feet and picked up the bag with so much care as though it held ample significance to him.

"Zoella, mom has come to—," Lucy barged into the room, coming into direct eye contact with him. She stopped right on the spot and stared at him as though he had grown another head.

Frowning, her eyes trailed to mine and she pointed at him.

"W-who—?", she stuttered, frowning in confusion.

When I saw him looking at Lucy with such softness and compassion, I literally gaped at him. A moment ago he had been throwing ridiculous third degree questions at me and now his eyes were aglow with love as he was gazing at Lucy in unimaginable adoration.

As though she were his sister.

I pulled Lucy to my side and he snapped out of his thoughts. He opened his mouth to say something just when his mom appeared at the door. She looked at him and blinked.

"Son, I thought you had gone for a jog." She claimed with a gentle voice. Her sapphire eyes darting to mine and returning back to his.

He sighed.

"No, I stayed. Plus, it's none of your business if I go for a jog, or remain in the house. It shouldn't matter to you, Mom."

The anger and sternness in his voice seemed to take his mother and me to look at him from pure disbelief. Hurt flashed through his mom's gorgeous eyes, but she recovered quickly.