Sorry, I Love You!

9. Buried Emotions

Song of the chapter//  Firefly by Ed Sheeran

Abigail Devon's POV..

"You live here?" Eugene asked, incredulously, staring at my house.

"Yeah." I answered.

"But..... How can you live here? This place looks like it'll collapse at any moment." He commented, shaking his head as he looked at me with his wide eyes.

"Geez, thank you for the information." I replied, sardonically. After we left the goons behind, we took a cab to my home. I know I had to go to work but after all the adventures I'd had with him, I was really not in a mood to work.

As soon as we stepped out of the cab, Eugene literally stared at least for ten minutes at my house like it was something he hasn't ever seen. Well, I admit that my house is not in a very good condition given my financial state. The paint has worn off and there are some creaks here and there, but it's just the outlook, from the inside there is no single problem. There is no leakage problem, water is regular and in winter – enough amount of sunlight falls in the backyard and the front lawn. So, all in all I think my house is great.

"I am just stating the truth."

"I know it looks terrible from here, but it's not as bad as you think it is. It's perfectly fine." I stated, bringing my hair in left side of my face.

"I think you should buy a new house." He suggested, staring at my house as he shoved his hands inside his blazer.

"Thanks for the idea but not everyone is rich enough to afford new houses whenever they like. Also, I love my house whatever be its condition. I grew up here and I have spent my childhood in this place so it's not just a house for me. There are lots of memories etched at every corner of this place and no other house can ever replace it." I explained, not caring even the slightest that he is the guy who gave me the mosthorrendous nickname.The words just flew out of my mouth. Idon't know why I said what I said right now and also to a person who irritatesthe hell out of me.

Unintentionally, I shared something very personal to him and this thought really irked me when I realized that he's staring at me in full concentration. I cocked my head to side and my heart constricted in my chest when blue eyes met mine. He was staring at me in a way like he's studying my face for something he wanted to know. I felt myself burn under his penetrating gaze.

I looked away from him, breaking the eye contact as I looked down in my feet, rolling a strand of hair in my finger. I could still feel his gaze on me from the side of the corner of my eye. I don't know what he's looking for but finally after what seemed like forever his eyes finally left my face and snapped back to the house.

"You are lucky." He stated after a minute.

I looked at him, confused. "Lucky? For what?"

"For having a place where you can find good memories, not everyone is lucky enough to have a place like that." His eyes flicked to mine for a brief second before reverting it back to my house. "I should probably leave." He said before turning around and sitting inside the cab we took earlier to come here, which was still waiting for Eugene as per instructed by him.

I watched with a confused mind as the cab went away until it was out of my sight and I could no longer see it. The last thing he said before leaving left me with a boggled mind. What did he mean by that? Did that mean he didn't have any place with good memories? By everyone – he meant him? But, how's that even possible? He's Eugene Hansen. He could get whatever he wants in a heartbeat.