Justice

Our Eyes Met

Just like any other day, I woke up with a start, shivering because of the nightmare. My daily routine began; I got ready, had breakfast, and went to the university that I had joined to complete my Masters. I met my other best friend, Jack, who was now my only companion.

We went to the class, and I saw them, a group of four new students. They were engrossed in a deep, serious conversation. Even though I did not know them, I was curious to know what they were talking about. One of the boys in particular grabbed my attention; there was something about him that instantly attracted me, and for the first time in a long time, I missed being an extrovert. Jack tapped on my shoulder and got me out of the trance like state that I was in looking at the stranger, and we took our seats. Soon after, I felt a presence behind me, and when I turned, I found the handsome guy staring at me with "heart eyes." To describe it in a very cliched way, our eyes met and the rest was history.

I became very good friends with the other three boys and that boy, Jason, had become the sole reason for my gaiety. I had not felt this jovial ever since my soul sister had been snatched away from me. I was living now and not just breathing.

It had been a month since the start of my relationship. A few days after our relationship started, I realized that his eyes looked really familiar, and soon they started reminding me of the person who had changed my life for the worse. But whenever that thought lingered in my mind, I shook it off because even though his eyes resembled those of the killer's, I knew that they weren't those pairs; they didn't send a chill down my spine.

My life was going smooth. I was still searching for the killer, but I was content.

I had no idea what was in store for me. My happy bubble was going to burst soon, and the phrase "nothing lasts forever" was going to be true.