"You can close your eyes to what you don't want to see, but you cannot close your heart to what you don't want to feel. I'm telling you, being in denial really isn't your forte. I know because I've done it once." She laughed as she look at me straight into my soul and told me those words confidently the other day. Something inside him churned, probably his stomach, at those words. To which he had replied with a smug, "Watch me." and walked away.
It has been a week since that incident. He thought he was going strong in proving her wrong, but damn her and her damned good soul. She was right.
It has been a Hell's Week to him, one could say. She was in everything he does. In everything around him. Maybe it was because everything he ever did is for her. He was not sure, but it was driving him crazy.
The night of the incident, he kept playing those scene in his head, like a broken record. Her words were drilling itself into his head, he fell asleep thinking something along the lines of, "I will never....."
In the morning, she was the first thing he thought of when he woke up, it has been so for a few time now, as he often spent his time plotting his revenge on her. He thought, what's she doing now, probably taking a shi-, caught himself and cursed himself for doing that. When he brushed his teeth, the scent of double mint reminds him of her. He despised her with a passion, that is why he knows so much about her. He wants to break her, as she did so to other.
When he take the first step under the sun, he remembered how her eyes shine much like how the sunlight shine. He was pissed, because how the hell was he supposed to know that her eyes shine like the ray of sun? Then, as he passed as redhead on the street, he was about to make some witty remarks about how terrible she look today, or how she was stalking him, when he realised that the redhead was not her.
When he drank coffee, he realised that he took his coffee the exact same way she took hers. To say he was shocked is an understatement. Because one, why did he put too many sugar cube in his coffee? And two, how does he know how she took her coffee? It terrifies him, how she was affecting his life.
The third week, he decided to clear his mind and went to the park. There, he met a small girl who was too cute for his liking. The girl kept pestering him, it was annoying at first. But the more he talked to the cute little girl, the more he was interested. It was not until much later, when he was in his bed, about to fall asleep, that he realised, the little girl have the same confidence like her.
By the end of fourth week, or one month after the incident, he decided enough is enough. He knew she was putting him under a speel as he cannot seem to forget her, in everything he does. They meet again in the old café. She cannot seem to wipe the grin off of her face when she saw that he was glaring at her.
"So, you're giving up, huh?" She say, with a smile. The same smile he remembered everyday for a month now. "You're finally going to admit you've fallen for me?" She continued with a laugh. To which he simply glare at her.
// Inspiration; "You can close your eyes to what you don't want to see, but you can't close your heart to what you don't want to feel."
// Finished; June 25, 2016.
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He, She.
Short Story"I saw them both today. They do, too. They saw me with their eyes. I, with a saw. I saw them both today. Her, on that beautiful face. Him, on his treacherous throat. It was hard sawing through their skins. They have thick skin." ...
