Sight

Twenty Three.

I gasped as I pulled away from the compulsive kiss, I looked into Seth's eyes and smiled when I saw the blush under his skin and the sultry look of his eye, "What was that, Maria?" He asked and there, the moment was ruined.

I snapped back into reality and cocked my head to the side, my neck popping with the movement, "Elaborate?" I squinted at him playfully and he smiled, but looked away.

"I mean, we do this, this weird thing, we even plan a date, but it never happens, then I get hit by a car and here we are, kissing." Seth's tone was surprising to say the least, the tone of bafflement confused me did he not want this? More so, did I?

"Seth, we hardly even know each other, and-" Seth's face hardened and he frowned, "Leave." My stomach dropped and I felt nauseatingly revolting rush through the very core of my being, "What?" I whispered, hoping to hide the pain in my eyes, the hurt I was feeling.

"Leave, and Maria, I never want to see your face again." His face was merely centimeters from mine, the brown of his eyes was gleaming and swirling, it's like I could almost feel the color rain down on my face.

"Why are you being like this?" I snapped and he shouted, "NURSE!" Immediately a male nurse in blue scrubs ran into the room, "Seth?" He inquired; I looked onto his name tag, Josh.

"Get her out of here." I snapped my head back to Seth, "Seth! This is ridiculous, please-"

"Get her, OUT." He yelled and Josh recoiled, "I'm sorry, Miss, you'll have to leave." Josh said, almost regrettably.

I stood up and looked at a boy, a boy who wouldn't even look me in the eye now, "I'll come back." I said and he smirked, "And I'll send you away."

"That won't stop me from coming." I stood firm and his smirk disappeared, and he looked up at me, "Why don't you just-" He started harsh, strong, looking for heart break, then I leaned in and kissed him firm on the lips, he didn't push me away, in fact I felt an equal force from him, showing me his indulgence, his craving, "I'll be back." I said once again and this time, he simply stared.

In astonishment or indifference, I didn't know.

-THEN-

DANIEL – 20:00

I sat in my room, eating dinner, munching on the stale pasta the hotel served; I looked down into my bowl and cringed at the cloudy color of white and red. I stood up and threw the rest of the pasta away and walked towards the dotted and spotted mirror in the little closet they called a bathroom. I looked myself in the mirror and I felt as though I couldn't truly see myself, see who I was. All I saw was a man with platinum blonde hair and stupid green eyes.

I couldn't stand the man in that mirror. My heart jumped to my throat when I heard the thumping on my room door. I blinked several times, just standing there, I guess waiting for my reflection to disappear so I wouldn't exist, but it stayed, as selfish as I was.

"DUDE!" He shouted and I rolled my eyes irritably, I walked out of the bathroom and towards my door, suddenly wanting to hang myself in my own room, but I couldn't do that, doing that would end everything, yes, but it would cause everything to crumble.

Instead I shook my head and inhaled a breath as deep as my lungs could take and opened the door. There he stood, and finally in a normal black jacket, leather all the same, "Where the hell have you been?!" He frantically asked and walked into my room, I kept myself from hitting him.

"I was... having a smoke." I lied and he looked at me with a glinting amusement, "You smoke?"

I nodded, "Yes, now what do you want?" I looked away as I crossed my arms across my chest and he took a seat on my bed, again, I kept myself from hitting him.