Ignited • ON HOLD •

02 | Deep Blue Eyes

II : Deep Blue Eyes

SHE stood at the door with her eyes wide open. Her toes dug into the rug on the wooden floor and she swore she tasted blood when she bit her lips too hard. This can't be happening, she thought.

   "No Sheena. You don't understand, I can explain," the guy who wore minimal clothing said. Or was it none at all? She couldn't remember. Her vision blurred. "Listen to me."

Her body flinched when he held her shoulders but her eyes wouldn't leave the figure sitting on his bed. She felt as if her world has just collapsed. That's when she realize that she has been holding her breath from when he touched her. Sheena desperately inhaled hard as she broke free from his grip.

   "Just. Friends. Huh..," she said, forcing a smile with tears rolling down her rosy cheeks.

Her body jolted and her eyes split opened. Immediately, she could sense the coldness in the morning air and her teared-stained face. The only sounds that could be heard were coming from the streets. And naturally, Sheena curled up into a ball on her mattress, burying herself under her thin blanket unwillingly to get up but she knew she eventually had to. We've been through this, Sheena. Don't do this again, a voice inside her head said.

• • •

A fragile glass cup laid comfortably on Don's hands as he wipes it dry.

   "So," he said to the guy sprawling on the couch. "What are you doing here?"

   "I'm bored," Matthew replied, hitting the send button on his phone.

   "Don't you have... I don't know. Work?"

   "Not in the mood."

Don shot him a death glare.

   "Where the heck is she." Don muttered under his breath, checking his watch for the third time.

   "If you're in a rush, you know I can always help you watch the store."

   "I rather not."

   "C'mon, trust me."

   "That's the problem," Don teased, "I can't."

Matthew side-eyed him before flipping him off.

   "Alright alright. Just don't burn the shop down again. I'll be back in probably two hours."

   "Got it..."

Matthew watched him disappear into the back room then out with a bunch of papers and his bag. Don raised his hand, gesturing 'bye' before stepping into the cab.

He walked around the store inspecting everything, especially those bits and pieces of furniture that he have collected throughout the years.

• • •

   "Crap crap crap. I'm so late!" Sheena walked swiftly down the road. "I'm screwed!" she cursed at herself after remembering the text Don sent her last night asking her to come in earlier.

When the store appeared at the corner, she ran towards it like her life depends on it. Sheena flew right in and let out a sigh of relief when Don was nowhere to be seen.

   "Um..." Sheena eyed the guy at the counter. He looks familiar.

   "Don's out. He'll probably be back in two hours," the guy responded with a velvety deep but monotonous voice.

With a nod, Sheena walked towards his side who has now settled on the couch.

   "Sheena," she introduced, reaching her hand out. But only to be rejected when he stared at her hand for a split second then back to his phone.