Océane's Eyes

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"did you get my text?" I ask Eden sitting across from me. The wind from the large glass window slightly blows his hair, revealing his fore head.  The weather isn't that warm anymore.

We are slowly getting to my favourite kind of weather

Sweater weather

"Your 'thank you' " he replies and smiles.

"Yeah that. I didn't want to sound too formal but I had nothing else to say"

"It's okay Océane. I meant what I said by the way, I was proud of you"

I smile, feeling the heat rush to my cheeks. I tuck in a gold-ish brown curly lock of hair behind my ear then look out the window. I can't see down, but I can see the sky. It isn't too sunny and not too gloomy either.

"Perfect weather for a walk" I think out loud.

"Perfect idea"

"What?" I turn to face him, perplexed.

"We are taking a walk, celebrate your victory, maybe grab a dri- I mean ice cream?" He says kind of asking if I'm okay with PG 6 ice cream.

"I'm not a child Eden. I've drank before"

I've not

"You have?"

Nope

"Yup. But I'll take up your offer on boring old ice cream"

I don't really care what we are getting, I just want to take that walk with him.

"Okay, shall we then?" He says and gets up. He aggressively takes off his black tie, like he has been waiting all day for that. And lays it on the couch. I watch him as he unbuttons the first two buttons of his white shirt and folds up the sleeves to once again reveal his tattooed toned fore arms. He has a navy blue waist coat on top of the white shirt matching his navy blue fitted pants.

I'd like to see him in something less formal and more casual, like a hoodie. He'll look so hot in a hoodie.

"You ready?" He finally turns to me and asks. How did he not feel akward while I stared at him unbutton his shirt and fold up its sleeves.

"I should be asking you, you were the one converting to a semi casual look"

Come to think of it, I should pack my hair up. The wind outside doesn't look  friendly to my hair.

We leave his office and as he locks up, I remove the emergency hair band I keep on my wrist and tie my hair in a quick messy bun. We walk out of the building and unto the side of the road.

"So do you feel better after the court hearing?" He asks.

"Yeah, a lot better. I know there are other people out there that can do the same if not worse. But knowing that these people that did this to me are gone makes me feel a lot better"

I was right about the wind, it blows rapidly but not in a "flee and take shelter" kind of way, just in a way that messes up your hair. I look at the window shops we pass, staring at cakes or dresses. I occasionally look down at Eden's formal shoe and my toes through my black sandals.  How small my feets are in comparison to his, it low key reminds me of our age difference and I feel myself getting sad again.

"Will you say you have forgiven them?"

"Forgiven???! Did you hear yourself. No way, I can heal perfectly well without forgiving. I want them to suffer"

"Don't see it as you doing it for them. Bad people do pay for their actions and that's what they are doing, I'm not saying they will be converted and be sorry for what they did, that's their loss if they aren't. I'm saying do this for you, let go of the hate for your mental health you know?"