after effects

before

I remember looking at him. I remember looking at feeling a rush of hurt go throughout my whole entire body. Seeing him in the crowded halls but it felt like no one was there except us. Like someone had parted the sea of people where it was like a tunnel and he was at the end of it. I felt like I was staring back at someone i had hadn't known for a long time. His eyes looked distant. Like there was a fog covered over his bright soul. I didn't see the fog clearing up anytime soon. I missed seeing his bright eyes. I missed how I could see every emotion in his eyes; in his body language; in him. I could see his happiness and occasional sadness, or his love and anger and any other emotion in between those. Now he just had one stagnate emotion plastered against his face. Pain. Then he turned away and walked the other direction.

I remember hearing from some book or genius person that the world once knew that the eyes were the window to the soul. If that statement was true, his eyes were dark, and seemed to have no characteristics of his past life. Just the after effects of an unholy event that I didn't want to refer back to. The dark rings under his eyes that seemed to make him look undead and make his body look unrested. He had gotten skinner, his used to be muscle had been replaced with bone. His cheekbones were hollow and very defined. his skin had changed to a paper white complexion that resembled a walking dead person. As a whole he had changed. Not just in his looks but the way he walked; head down and acting like he was confined to a small space. Acting as if he had no one. Then I came to the ill realisation, he didn't have anyone, because much like the happiness that used to inhabit his body, I had left. we were now strangers.