The Last Teardrop

Drop Nine

Jane's POV.

His hair is more longer now compared to the last time.

He has grown beard already that covered his chin and jaw that made him look like more manly.

I also noticed the black ink on his right shoulder and the one on the side of his wrist, that I think is a quote or some words that are written in cursive.

Those black ink on his skin that he never had before, are the obvious things that made him looked so odd.

And his eyes. Those green eyes of him.

Those green eyes that I loved to stare at, even how long I want to.

Those green eyes that full of hapiness.

Those green eyes that holds a lot of beautiful memories.

Those green eyes that gives hope to the one who will look at it.

Those green eyes that says tons of positive thoughts.

Those green eyes that gives me strength to go on with my life and never give up.

Those green eyes that says how he loves me so much.

Those green eyes that shows me how important I am to him.

Those green eyes that tells me how his life would be worthless when I'm not with him.

Those green eyes that hid the pain inside to stop the tears from streaming down.

Those green eyes that saved me from fallling and lift me higher.

Those green eyes that I see futures of us, having a complete and happy family.

and those green eyes that I missed so much.

But now,

When the moment  I looked at those brimful of lovesome eyes of him again, I felt the sting in my chest. The sudden ache I felt when his green eyes catches mine that silently told me how stranger I am to him, that he never knew me at all.

All I can see in those eyes were full of hatreds or even more worse than loathing, that he never cared about what people might think against him through his rude words and the way he shut people off.

It seemed all the beautiful memories in those eyes had all vanished in a blink of an eye, and the man I once loved before, even until now, and forever will be, was gone...

I got back to my senses when my phone vibrates and an envelope icon along with a name of "Bestfriend" popped up on the screen.

A text message from her, asking if I'm okay and assuring me that she'll going to make it tomorrow to see me before I leave.

I replied to her that I'm doing fine and nothing to worry about. Even if I'm not, I just don't want her to get worried about me. She's with her family now, and I want her to enjoy and celebrate the night with them.

I'm already immuned to the pain in my chest now everytime I saw him unlike before. But I admit that sometimes, it all came back.

It's been hours of crying inside my dorm unit and I had already felt that my swollen eyes are getting heavy. I'm thankful that my best friend Jenny wasn't here tonight, 'cause if she is, she probably crying with me too and I don't want to see her crying because of my own emotional feelings.

I finally stand to my feet and pack my things up for tomorrow. I have an early flight going back to North Carolina and I don't want to pack my things on the last minute, that isn't my thing though, I'm a morning person but I don't want to be late on my departure.