Her Lonely Grey Eyes

Chapter 7 - In a same room without notice

𝙈𝘼𝘽𝙀𝙇 𝘿𝘼𝙎𝙃𝙒𝙊𝙊𝘿

I can't stop thinking about that girl who came into my room.

I've never seen grey eyes in real life before. Not like that. Not like hers.

Even now, they keep replaying in my head—caught in the moonlight, like they didn't belong to something real.

"...Mab!"

My head snapped up.

Elijah was standing in front of me, eyebrows raised. "I've called you like three times."

I blinked, forcing myself back into the present. "Sorry. I was thinking about... breakfast."

"Breakfast?" he repeated suspiciously.

"Yeah," I said quickly. "Let's eat out."

Mom appeared from the stairs at the exact moment I said it.

"Actually," she said with a bright but slightly stressed smile, "that's a great idea. Let's all go out."

"All of us?" Nolan groaned from the corner like the concept itself offended him.

Mom nodded. "I may or may not have burned the kitchen."

There was a pause.

"...Again?" Hunter asked flatly.

"Mom, are you okay?" Carmen immediately walked over, checking her like she was about to collapse.

I let out a small laugh under my breath. "That's impressive, honestly."

Cooking in this house had become a myth. We had money, chefs, everything—but Mom still insisted on trying sometimes. It usually ended in disaster.

"So we're going out?" I asked.

"Or we eat each other," Dad said casually as he walked in, already placing Mom's jacket over his arm.

"It's hot," Mom complained, tossing it back at him.

He ignored her completely and draped it over her shoulders anyway.

Classic.

I watched them quietly, pretending I wasn't mildly jealous of how normal they made things feel.

Even though nothing about us was normal.

We got ready quickly and left in two cars. The drive wasn't long, just enough time for silence, teasing, and Nolan complaining about literally everything.

We ended up at a small café tucked between buildings. Nothing fancy. Just somewhere quiet for breakfast.

We were barely seated when—

"Logan for the thousandth time, I am NOT wearing that coat!"

The voice cut through the café like a blade.

I turned slightly, curious.

A nearby table had a group of people, and the girl speaking was standing with her arms crossed, clearly arguing with someone named Logan.

I couldn't see her face properly yet, but her voice carried confidence... and frustration.

I exhaled lightly. "I feel her pain," I muttered.

Hunter immediately flicked my forehead. "You are not going out in anything revealing."

I rolled my eyes. "I wasn't even talking about that."

"Yes you were," he said without hesitation.

Elijah leaned in slightly. "Mab. Eyes."

"Relax," I said, leaning back.

The argument at the next table continued.

I caught fragments of it.

Coat. Stubborn. Don't care. Too much attention.

I frowned slightly.

She sounded... familiar in a strange way.

Mom, however, had gone unusually quiet.

Not her normal distracted quiet.

Something heavier.

"Mom?" I asked softly.

She didn't answer.

Her gaze had drifted past me—toward that table.

Her expression changed so fast it almost scared me.

Like she had seen something she wasn't ready for.

I followed her line of sight again.

The girl was still arguing, standing near a guy who looked like he was trying very hard not to lose patience.

And then, for the first time, she shifted slightly.

Enough for me to see her face.

My stomach dropped.

It wasn't just a passing resemblance.

It was like looking at a reflection that didn't belong to me.

Same structure.

Same features.

Just... different eyes.

Grey.

The exact thing I had been thinking about since last night.

My fingers tightened slightly under the table without me realizing.

Elijah noticed. "You okay?"

I didn't answer immediately.

Because suddenly, my mind wasn't on breakfast anymore.

It was on her.

The girl who looked like she belonged in our family photo.

The girl I had never met—but somehow already couldn't stop thinking about.

"I'll be in the washroom," I said abruptly, pushing my chair back.

No one stopped me.

I walked quickly down the aisle between tables, trying to steady my breathing.

Too many thoughts.

Too many coincidences.

And then—

I didn't see it coming.

Someone bumped into me.

I stumbled slightly, catching myself, and looked up—

And everything in me froze for a split second.