I met his eyes. the same eyes that once held so much adoration and love, turned into a glare of hatred and disgust. I know that this isn't my fault, I know even though that look is directed at me, I know even though his words are cutting through my heart. But I can't help but feel like there's water rising around me, sneaking into any place it can.
I feel surrounded, my hearing is muffled through the water, my mouth full, my nose covered. I feel the water slowly rise up to my eyes, trying to coax me into closing them and forgetting that stare. His stare.
I don't think it will ever leave me, the complete disgust that runs over my body whenever I meet his eyes. He did this to me, slowly, word by word throughout every interaction, every loving action as an apology for a violent one, and every violent action as retribution for a loving action.
I wish the water would rise faster, would cover me fully so I can get away from that gaze, would force me to close my eyes so tight and clench my fists so hard that the pain distracts me from him.
His words make me feel so weak, like they're slicing through every part of me even without physical contact.
My head starts screaming, my hearing cuts off, my lungs stop expanding, my every sense is flooded. And then suddenly, I can breathe again. The words are gone, the gaze lifted, everything goes back to normal as he storms out of my sight.
Why was he yelling at me this time?
YOU ARE READING
raine's short stories
Fiction généralejust a collection of small stories i've written! they aren't organized anyway, and don't correlate with each other.
