Dana Hart and the Boy with the Green Eyes

Chapter 10

When my eyes fluttered open the next morning, I looked up at the ceiling trying to decipher where I was. It was a moment later that the memories of last night came crashing down upon me. Unvoluntarily, a smile crept on my lips, and with a new sense of spirit, I climbed out of the comfy emerald sheets and made my way towards the bathroom. 

I was still wearing the clothes from yesterday, so I dabbed them with some water to smoothen the wrinkles out. My hair wrapped in a tight bun, and my soles covered with flats, I gingerly opened the door and started towards the living room. 

"Good morning!" I jumped, and then a second later, Zac appeared infront of me, a grin on his face as he gestured towards the kitchen. "I made breakfast."

"Morning!" I smiled, suddenly feeling a whole lot better now that I had seen his face — though I didnot know why. However, before I could question that sudden thought, the heavenly smell of tea cascaded in my nostrils. I followed Zac into the kitchen, and he immedietly thrusted a mug containing black tea in my hands. I poured milk in it and doused it with sugar. I took a sip, and involuntarily smiled.

"Feels like it's been ages since I last drank tea." I mused, taking another hefty gulp. Zac, who was drinking plain black coffee gave me a smirk.

"Nice to see you're enjoying yourself." 

As he turned towards the stove to check on the eggs, my demeanor immedietly fell and soon, a lost expression gloomed over my face. The details of last night, rummaged through my mind, and immedietly a soft sigh escaped my lips. Why is it that whenever I find myself vulrenable, Zachary is there to pick me up? He was the one who was there for me yesterday. He was the one who was there when I needed him most.

And now that I think about it, realisation hit me on my face like a brick being smashed. 

Zachary was always there.

He always tried to help me, but— why?

What did I ever do to deserve his help? I never even spared him a glance. 

"Here." A voice said. My eyes left the mug of tea I was staring at, as a plate full of eggs and toast —gingerly held by a hand were placed in my line of vision.

And—

And—

The soft, gray sleeve of the shirt, rose just a couple of centimeters above the wrist, and—

A harsh, faded white line, jagged in the skin, peeked from underneath it.

My eyes trailed upwards the forearm, the bicep, the broad shoulder to the neck and then to a very, familiar dull green eyes which I never noticed.

Dull green eyes, which stared right into mine. Dark green eyes, which were so dull, that they almost seemed black, stared right into mine— and I knew, that he knew I had seen something very private. A soft smile graced his lips, as if they were trying to tell me something, nd when I blinked my eyes, they were gone.