Both

In his eyes

The motel stood silently on the side of the road. A few windows were standing out because of the lights inside of them. When she entered the motel, a wave of coolness hit her making her come to her senses.

Maybe he is not here. I should leave.

"Good evening. How may I help you?" A blond woman greeted behind the reception.

"I'm looking for someone." She answered.

What an uncommon request would that be.

"Of course. The name?"

"Chris Nade" She announced. The blond woman shot her eyes on her at the sound of his name.

"Room 67." Her expression was cold. She didn't even check her computer.

So he was here.

She didn't know if she was ready to confront him. She was about to encounter with the man that made her life a sweet living hell for the past year and a half. She couldn't decide though, whether she should stick to the "sweet" or the "hell".

She was standing outside of his room. It was now or never. Maybe she should leave him this time.

But she had already made her decision.

She knocked on the door twice. No answer. Maybe he was out. By the time she turned her back to the door to leave, the door opened. Cool air reached her back and a few strands of her hair brushed her cheeks.

"What are you doing here?" His voice invaded her ears. It was only a few days ago that she last heard his voice, but it never seize to startle her.

"That's not a polite way to greet others. Especially those who meant something to you. Or am I an optimist?" She asked. Her back still turned to him.

She heard him exhaling. She never knew what that man was thinking. And even when he was expressing his thoughts to her, she never believed him. She knew better.

"Tell me what do you want." He demanded.

His tone was cutting her like a freshly sharpened knife.

"Who are you now? You or him?" She asked and this time she turned to look at him.

Black circles were drawn under his eyes. His hair was wet and droplets of water were falling on his T-shirt which was soaked. So did his jeans.

"What happened to you?" She asked forgetting the reason she came to his door in the first place.

"Nothing." He said. He was eyeing her carefully trying to analyze her motives.

His stare was enough to slap her to reality.

"You left." Her voice was accusing although that was the exact emotion she would prefer to hide.

"I did." He challenged.

"Again." She stated.

"You should have gotten used to this."

"I should." Her words were lost as did her soul and determination.

Every time she had to deal with the same emotions. And he was right. It wasn't the first time.

"Is this the last time I'm seeing you then?" She asked, her voice breaking in the end.

Fuck, Vee. Hold your shit. She reminded herself.

"I was aiming two nights ago to be the last time." His lips were swollen. His facial hair made him more intimidating than he already was.