Tearing Paper

Those Green Eyes

“You’re late.”

Silence.

“Sorry,” she muttered as she escaped those cold green eyes. Those green eyes…

Something struck her from the inside. Hatred—and then guilt—and then desperation. Why was she so stupid?

“Where have you been?”

She almost made her way through the living room before that arm got her and made her stand face to face with him. He was much taller than her; many people would see them around and said they were physically made for each other. That broad, tall figure matched her tiny, more delicate body perfectly, they said.

She used to think so.

She used to think those big arms and green eyes would bring her…

Protection.

“Just the café, God, seriously,” she let all her annoyance pour through her voice. “I… spent more time writing than I usually did. Drowned in thoughts.”

“Really?” Without warning, he snatched the bag slung on her back and opened it.

“Lucio!” she tried to stop him, but he was faster. He took her notebook and opened its most recent page—nothing but an empty sheet, clean and pure.

Just like what she used to be…

“You lied,” his lips formed a smirk. She rolled her eyes and took her things back. “I’m going to my room.”

“So fast?” With one pull, she landed in his embrace. She gritted her teeth as she tried to move away from his kisses and touch, but she couldn’t. Soon enough, she found herself lying on the brown sofa, feeling his weight pressuring her.

“I’ve missed you.” She felt his hot breath by her ear. “You’re… you’re seeing someone, aren’t you, Dianne?”

“Lucio…” Dianne sighed as she gave up at his stare. She remembered the first time they met, when those eyes matched hers too perfectly that they made her feel safe. As if she belonged. And very easily, she let him pull her strings, with no avail of breaking free.

She closed her eyes as he kissed her some more, her mind soaring to that fleeting moment in the café.

Nate.

She was not the type to open up and start a conversation with a random stranger.

But then she knew the reason why she did.

Nate had those green eyes.

Lucio’s green eyes—but deeper, lovelier.

Nate had her eyes.

 His eyes.

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Okay, I don't know what's gotten into me to make all these crazily fast updates. I'm just in love with this story! Sorry if the chapters are short, but I promise that I already have this big picture in mind. And I hope you don't get confused by all the "he"s that has been mentioned, especially in the last sentence, which is in italics. The his I'm referring to is another character, who is not Lucio nor Nate... Hehe >:)

Thanks for reading and I hope you stay tuned!