Your Heart

Chapter Five

"Is something wrong?" I say.

He finally flashes me a smile, replying "Nothing! I'm okay, I swear."

His face told me he was lying. "Why do you need to lie."

"WHAT?! Why would you think that?" He says with a strange look on his face. His voice sounded sarcastic, almost like he wasn't feeling anything. He sets his hand down on the floor, sighing as he adds "Nothing is wrong. I'm okay. I just felt a weird pain in my chest, that's all."

I didn't believe him for a second, but I nodded, smiling. "It's fine. I was just confused. Did you know someone with my name?" I ask, looking into his eyes, which were churning faster like a red tidal wave in his mind was spilling into his sparkling eyes. I sigh.

"Phoenix, you gotta remember, you're not allowed to fall in love with me, okay?" He says, a charismatic smile plastered on his face.

"I'm okay, but you look like you're not following your own rule," I say with a smirk.

"Uhh... no! I'm fine.." He says, looking into my eyes as they meet. "Eye contact," he whispers, moving his bangs away from his eyes, the sea of red in his eyes churning like a whirlpool might fly out of it. I tilt my head, confused.

"Wow." He says.

"What?" I say, breaking from our interlocking eyes to look around the tent.

"Not anything in the tent, I mean your eyes..." he says, moving closer to get a better look. I put my hands in front of them, only peeking through minutes later to see if he was still there. He wasn't. I moved my arms away and placed them on the cool floor.

"Hey, I didn't get to see!" He remarks, moving from behind me and looking at me from the side, causing me to whip my head over to look at him. We were inches away, and I quickly moved back in surprise to see him smiling. "Your eyes tell a story I haven't heard..." He grabs onto my hand and flips it over, placing the other on the top of my palm. I try to wiggle my hand away, but I relax when I see his eyes. they have gone a color of the night sky in the winter time. Not exactly black, so they still had light, but dark enough to let the stars sparkle on them.

My shoulders slump as his eyes grow wide and I get lost in them, they change like the stars moving slowly and making me almost fall asleep with how calm they were. I glance down to my hand to see his glowing, letting the light shine on mine. His eyes relax and slowly start to return to their harsh yet calming maroon, then one of his hand falters then lands on the floor, his other grabbing onto my suspended hand.

We were holding hands. Abel and I. I opened my mouth to say something, but no words came out. What was I supposed to do? He must have seen my confusion because he smiled at me. He looks into my eyes and then asks "What story are your eyes telling me?"

I sit there, thinking about what he said. He laughs, saying "It's okay if you don't know what to say, 'cause I am so nervous I am pretty closed on words to say to you," I whip my head to see his eyes. He's not lying. In fact, he looks embarrassed. I tighten my grip on his hand.

"Me neither. I've never talked to someone like you before." His laugh echoes and I worry I said the wrong thing. He looks down to me, clearly seeing how worried I look. I realize and my face becomes flushed.

"Oh, sorry for laughing, you're just so cute and it made me happy. You really are pretty when you aren't angry with me." He grins, clearly joking with me.

I look closer, inspecting his face. He looks troubled like when he took my hand he saw something... Did he see what I used to do? I let go of his hand and back up from him, my brain needing isolation.

"Agh, I'm sorry." He says, unzipping the entrance to the tent. He hesitantly looked back to me, then shoved on out into the newly crisp fall air. I watched him leave, and let the tears silently fall down my face.

What's wrong with me?