Eyes on You

Eyes on You 24

-Recap-

I nodded and pecked him on the cheek. “Can we talk?”

He smiled at me and said, “Of course. What do you want to talk about?”

“Come.” I brought him to the place where I usually talk with Vince. We had our own privacy here. Both of us sat down on the white bench, while we were still holding hands. I sighed in content. I loved holding hands with him. This simple gesture could lighten up my day.

I looked at him and he did the same. We were grinning to each other like fools. He cleared his throat and asked me, “So . . .?”

I smiled at him and decided to ask directly and cleared up everything, “Matt . . . Do you know someone called Skye?”

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“What?” He asked me in shock.

“Do you know someone called Skye?” I repeated my question.

He looked at me and clenched his jaw. “Skye? How do you know about her?”

I wanted to tell him about my vision, but I wanted to know about his story first. What should I do? But, if I didn’t tell him, I knew that he would get angry. However, would he think that I was lying, when I told him about this vision? I sighed to myself. I looked at him and he stared at me questioningly. I knew that I have no choice. I better told him the truth.

“After I receive these eyes, I keep getting vision in bits and pieces. Then, I found an initial S.M. and finally I got the name Skye. I am one-hundred percent sure that she was my donor. From your reaction when I asked you about my donor, I know that you know about her. Do you mind to tell me about her?” I explained to him briefly.

He sighed and then asked me, “Vision? What kind of vision?”

“I became her when I was daydreaming or even when I was sleeping. It was like a dream and yet real at the same time. You believe me, don’t you?” I asked him hesitantly.

“I . . .” He trailed off.

“You don’t, right?” I swallowed the lump in my throat and almost cried. But, I tried to prevent the tears from falling out.  He didn’t believe. I stood up and wanted to go away, when he suddenly pulled my left arm.

“Please . . . it’s just . . . it’s just too much to take in. I believe you, Rose. I was just in shock.” His voice showed his sincerity to me. “Please . . . can you sit down again? We should talk about this.”

I nodded and sat down. “What do you want to talk about first?”

“Your vision.”

“What about it?”

“What do you get from it?”

“At first, nothing. I just saw the images of me sitting on the beach and there were two blurry faces. I had no idea who they were. Until I started to read her diary.” I stopped my explanation to let it sink in his mind.

“Diary? Did you take her diary or -?” He asked me that with a bit on edge tone.

“Will you stop accusing me? She showed me through my dream. I don’t know why I should talk about this to you. You are not going to believe me anyway. Maybe we are going too fast with our relationship. You don’t know me well enough and I don’t know you well enough.” How dare he? What kind of girl does he think I am? A thief or something?

“Rose, please. I’m sorry. I just . . .”

Before he finished what he said, I cut him off, “You don’t have to talk anymore or give me some excuses again. Obviously, you don’t believe me and you don’t let me explain before you judge me. Sorry for bothering you, Matt.”