When It Comes To You [√] BOOK TWO

11

Cyrus

She was so angry. And so hurt. I wanted to follow her and make the pain go away. I wanted her to know that I was there for her.

Gemma, as if hearing my thoughts, pulled me out of the house.

“Why did you do that? Let me-”

“Cyrus we are here to find these humans’ soulmates not try and be their soulmates, do you understand? Every time you think about her, you leave your mind open for anyone to enter and hear your thoughts. Do you know how dangerous that is?” she gritted through her teeth.

“I know. I’m not stupid, Gemma, but at least I’m not trying to seduce my assignment! What’s with the flirting and the changing of your name huh?” I asked.

Her eyes glinted in amusement. “What, are you jealous?”

I stared at her with my mouth open.

“No, I am not jealous. You are the jealous one. You were acting like that around Andres to try and make me jealous but here’s a little tip Trerry: I don’t like you and I would much rather give up my immortality than get involved with you.” I said, my voice sounding harsher than I’d meant.

“And I would much rather mate with a human than get involved with you.” She snarled.

“Well then it’s settled. You get the fuck out of my way and I’ll stay out of yours.” I announced and stormed off to our house.

I flew up the stairs since there was no one around to see me and headed straight for my room.

I grabbed my sketchpad out from under my bed and got to work on my latest drawing.

It was of a girl with shiny, wavy hair that framed her face beautifully. She had full, cushiony lips and perfect, smooth skin. Everything about her was soft, flawless and perfect. Everything except her eyes.

Her eyes were filled with unshed tears and her irises held pain and torture that she kept safety locked up. I had drawn black figures with bars imprisoning them in her eyes. Suddenly a memory of her crying just moments ago flashed in my mind.

I picked up my pencil and softly erased the edges of her lips out with the back of it. I shaped the lips just so she looked like she was smiling. I added more detail around the cheeks and then softly drew two rivers of tears running down her cheeks.

The sketch was complete. On the paper was a brave but broken girl, who through her pain still had the strength to smile and pretend she was ok.

The next morning I woke up and decided to take a jog around the block. I was getting a little unfit and I had to pass the time somehow.

As I was walking out of the house, I saw a couple of people rolling out of Camila’s house. I guessed the party ended late.

I plugged in my earphones and started off at an even pace.

Camila was right: this wasn’t exactly the nicest of neighbourhoods. It wasn’t clean or quiet: in fact, it was just short of being a slump. I almost regretted my decision to jog around the area.

I was turning a corner when a car drove up next to me. The music was playing so loud that I could hear it above the music in my ears and smoke billowed out of the open windows.

I glanced inside the car and saw a man who looked like he hadn’t shaved or showered in weeks. He said something that I couldn’t hear.

I pulled out my earphones. “What?”

“I asked who you are. I ain’t seen yuz around here before.” He hollered over the extremely loud jazz.

“Yeah I’m just...visiting.” I answered reluctantly.

“What’s ya name?”

“Barry.” I lied.

“Oh, ayt. Chilled te meet ya Bear. See yaz around.” And with that, the disgusting man drove off, leaving a trail of oil on the road in his wake.

“Cyrus!”

I turned and saw none other than Camila running down the street in her pyjamas.

“Hey.” I greeted her when she caught up.

She held up a finger as she caught her breath. I waited a few seconds before she started yelling at me.

“What the fuck do you think you’re doing? You can’t jog here, this ain’t freaking Beverly Hills, you’ll get mugged or beat up! Do you want to die?”

I couldn’t help but grin in response. These humans couldn’t kill me even if they tried. Only another Cupid or a Trerry could do so.

“Are you seriously smiling, right now? Gosh I ran all the way here after I saw you take off to try and warn you and here you are smiling?”

I grinned harder. “You ran all the way here?”

“Yes. I was looking out the window when I saw you leave your house.”

“Stalking me now, are you?”

Her cheeks turned red, whether from anger, embarrassment or running down the street, I don’t know.

“No, of course not! Urgh, I can’t believe I came all this way to try and save your life for nothing.”

This time I laughed. I just couldn’t help it. She was just so adorable: and those Powerpuff Girl PJ’s weren’t helping either.

I stopped laughing when she glared at me and stormed off.

“Camila, wait!”

I caught up to her in seconds and glanced over at her.

“I’m sorry I laughed at you, ok? You looked ridiculous yelling at me with those Power Puff Girl pyjama’s.” I said.

She stopped dead in her tracks and turned sharply to me.

“Did you just call me...ridiculous?”

Oh shoot no I didn’t mean it that way.

“Crap. No, I meant-”

“Just leave me to go home in peace, will you? I can’t handle anymore bullshit from the male species right now.” She said through gritted teeth.

I made her angry. Shit, I had hurt her feelings and I didn’t even mean to.

What do I do now?

Afraid I would say something even more stupid; I stood there in the middle of the street and watched her walk away with her head down.