Your Song

Chapter Sixty Six | Eyes

Miya found himself staring at the girl at the door like she were a ghost, open-mouthed and wide eyed.

June.

She fixated on him, grey pupils flickering as if she didn't want to look at him, like she was straining to sustain eye contact. They resembled smoke, obscuring something she didn't want to see—or didn't try to see.

The look was the same as yours, as her mom's, heck, sometimes when Kaya and Nora looked at him: trying to disassociate him from a corpse.

He hated that look more than anything now, having not met your gaze in so long to remember how you looked at him. The ocean, the sky, sapphires, they all resided sun your eyes but he never noted down if there were ripples, clouds, or dirt trying to block out the one thing that distinguished him from the first person you liked: his eyes.

I've seen blue eyes before. Eyes like the sky, like the ocean, like diamonds, and whatever you find in between. But something about his made them seem different.

A certain glint in his eyes.

"Do you not know who this is?" His dad asked.

Miya wanted to shake his head but the way she looked at him made him think that she wasn't going to take no for an answer.

"No, I... I do."

June's plastic smile curled into an insincere grin as she secured what she had wanted.

Miya felt a shiver down his spine. She's only 16, he told himself, she couldn't do anything. But, of course, she certainly could. He's met people and he could tell that somehow, she was crazier.

"Come in." His dad invited but she waved her hand politely, declining. "I'd like to have a quick chat with him out here, actually. It's a bit personal, so I hope you don't take it the wrong way."

"Oh, of course." His dad opened the door a little wider for Miya to walk through and the boy dragged his feet across the border that separated where he called home from the cruel outside.

She maintained her grin until they were a few feet from his front door, which she shut once they both exited the house. Then it dropped, so quickly that he wondered if she was ever grinning at all.

He frowned. "What do you want?" His eyes strayed from her, wondering if there was a car that she took or another person lurking. "I doubt you're here to l—"

"Hush." She smiled again, nodding to the front door. "You're a bit too loud. Y/N said you were quiet."

His mouth shut. The hindering thoughts of you viewing him as someone that wasn't him managed to dissolve and turn into fear. Not for himself. "Where is..."

"It's our first meeting and you're already talking about someone else." June's mouth twisted, not in annoyance, but as if she had lost her train of thought. "I could bring you to her."

"What? Then what's the point of—"

"Geez, you ask a lot of questions. Is that a thing here in Japan?"

He couldn't control his shaky, seething breaths.

Anger was such a tiring emotion, but he knew he'd have enough strength to punch her. He didn't though. That just increased the chance of him not seeing you. Ever.

"Why did you come here?" His questions didn't cease but this time, she answered.

"She insisted that you'd fight for her." She seemed unbothered by it by her facial expression, but her hand was balled into a tight, shaking fist. "You wouldn't. You couldn't."