i stood still in that bathroom stall cowering in my own tears.
i didn't want Him to find me. i didn't know what he would do. he probably saw me with modere. he'd probably go into a jealous rage.
i stay in my stall for a few minutes, listening when people come in and out of the bathrooms, sighing in relief whenever they went in and out of stalls.
after a while, i cautiously peer out, glad to find that i was alone in the bathroom. i lean against the sink and look at myself in the mirror. my cheeks were tear-stained and my eyes were bloodshot red. my hands were still shaking, and i realized that in my fears of seeing Him again i had a panic attack.
after washing my face, and taking a few deep breaths i head out of the bathroom.
slowly walking back to the trail, i worried if modere had walked off to try and find me. looking back over my shoulders a few times, i enter the trail.
"modere!" i call out for him.
i find the same tree i left him at, and he was still there slumped against the base. he fell asleep waiting for me.
getting closer, i realize that he wasn't asleep and that his eyes were open. my heart pounding in panic, i rush to his side. tears begin to spring up in my eyes.
"modere?" i shakily call his name. gripping his face, i notice that his eye had swollen up, so much so that it looked deformed, he cheeks were puffy and burgundy, his mouth was bleeding heavily. his nose looked to be dislocated.
he didn't respond to my call. so i screamed out for help.
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broken eyes
Short Story"his eyes were a light shade of blue, almost grey, like his eyes were what sadness feels like. "
