Beyond The Eyes

Fog

I zoned back into the ocean that was in his eyes. The crystals were more visible than before. Maybe it's because I remembered the darkest time in my life and now I'm seeing true beauty. Maybe it's because of the single tear that escaped his eyes as he closed them. "You told me not to pity you or give you sympathy, but that's terrible and you really didn't deserve any of it. You're so beautiful, inside and out. I'm disgusted," Jacob said, wiping away the tear. It caressed his rosy cheeks so gently, but it tickled his skin. I wanted to wipe it for him, but he did the honors. I didn't answer back. I didn't know what to say. The memory was still fresh in my mind and can easily replay. I didn't want that happening. I wanted to forget. "You remember the accident and before it, right?" he questioned. "Yes, but nothing before that day. I remembered a few months ago. It took a terrifying nightmare to get it out of me," I answered. "Where is he?" Jacob asked. "Who?" "Kyle." "Right after the whole rape incident, he ran away. Nobody can find him. The case is still open, but it's cold at this point," I answered. "Aren't you afraid that he will come back?" "Of course, but I can't be paranoid anymore. It used to leave me to ruins. We moved towns. I switched schools." "Have you seen him since?" Jacob asked. "I have visions of him being there, but I know he isn't." "How do you know?" Jacob questioned. "He's smarter than that. He planned what he wanted to do for a months and even when it got to it's worse, he never gave up," I answered. "I won't let him hurt you." "Jacob, it's not your problem." "It is. It has been ever since I laid eyes on you, ever since we talked. I will not let him hurt you physically, mentally, or both. If I see him, he's gone. You need to tell me if you see him. If we are together, you tell me. If we aren't with each other, text me. Even if it's one of those visions, tell me. I need to protect you," Jacob said, staring into my eyes. I wondered what he saw in my eyes now. Was it the same as before? Because even after everything as I stare into his, I still see what I always saw. Death. I put my head on his chest, feeling his warmth surround my body. His arm held me close to him. "Do you still have those scars and bruises you were referring to?" Jacob interrupted his racing heartbeat. I nodded, lifting up my arm. He grabbed onto my tiny wrist, staring down at the mixture of black and blue. They looked new and fresh, but they were months old. He held my pale hand in his, guiding up to his face. He dragged his soft lips across them. I couldn't see the image in his eyes because they were closed. I felt loved, appreciated, and wanted. I can feel the heat rise from my cheeks, causing them to turn scarlet. As his crystal eyes fluttered open, my hope was high to see the calm river and the sunshine in his eyes. Sadly, I didn't. It was the same dark, muggy, and foggy scene; which worried me. But it's much better than a crime scene.