In His Eyes

Chapter Eighteen

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V E R O N I C A

"You are such a sweetheart." Ava says to Blake with a soft smile.

Oh, how much I want to cringe.

Blake returns the smile. "No, you are."

I want to die.

She blushes and places a kiss on his cheek. "We both know who it really is."

Okay, that's it.

A scoff escapes my mouth. "Can you two leave me alone?"

Let me tell you what's going on. We are sitting in the living room and I can't make them leave me the fridge alone.

The thing is, they wanted to go somewhere but stayed because Blake thought that I shouldn't be alone, like I need a freaking babysitter and cringe myself to death.

Poor Sebastian didn't deserve that, he deserved to feel the sunlight and to eat insects again.

"I think you shouldn't be alone." Blake says to me with an angry expression.

I stand up. "Gosh, Blake. Stop annoying me and go ahead make your plans come true."

He furrows his eyebrows and stands up from the couch too. "Fine, have it your way, cousin." He says, giving extra attention to the last word.

I roll my eyes and leave them behind. I casually waited for the sound of the front door closing and when I finally heard it, I took a deep breath in relaxation. I'm alone and depressed.

It's not that I'm lying about it. I want to be alone, I really do mean it. I don't want anybody by my side.

So, I took my headphones and let the sad music surround me. I really wanted to save it, something living died on my hands. I didn't put the pool cover on, so I'm the one responsible.

I closed my eyes and remembered the different colors that were blending on his skin and opened my eyes. I felt tears picking up from the corner of my eyes, I guess I should let myself have weak moments, it's what prevents my humanity from disappearing.

I eventually decided it was enough of the sad moment. I stopped the music and removed my headphones. I was welcomed by the chirping sound of crickets and otherwise silent night. I had to admit to myself that I was in serious need for my swing right now.

Why am I like this?

I somehow convinced myself to go downstairs to get some snack or something sweet because I hoped that it will lower my rollercoaster of emotions. A knock on the front door interrupted my moment. Of course I'm not opening it, I'm sick of them trying to make me feel better, I can make myself feel better. I don't need anybody.

I ignored the sound and took the first thing that I spotted which was a single chocolate bar and headed to my room again. I chose to watch some fight movie to lower my frustration.

Someone suddenly barged into my room and I didn't know whether to let myself pay for something that I did or attack the person. I would've chosen the first option if it wasn't Damon that's standing there.