"Which one" he says smiling looking over swinging a set of keys in his hand
"Why are they all black except that one" I ask pointing through to the back as the sun shines through the large garage bouncing off of what looks like a metallic silver car.
I hear nothing, looking to see him just staring in the direction of the car the only one that stands out the most.
"Not that one" he grips the keys ending the spin and ending his smile
"Why?" I ask sounding like a little kid whos to curious for their own good
"I can't" he pinches the bridge of his nose completely tensing
I chuckle frustratingly
"I thought we were past this"
"Past what" he replies angrily
"It's just a car" His eyes darken at my words
"Just stop" his eyes flicker in colour but I ignore it
"every time you feel uncomfortable about something you avoid it or keep me in the dark never letting me in, I'm your mate you don't need to hide" I almost shout as all the frustration that's built up over the past few months escaped in one whole breath.
I mentally curse myself but how am i suppose to get to know him and understand him if he never lets me.
Looking frustrated he places the keys in his pocket harshly and steps past me toward the back.
I follow him through as we come to stand next to the dusty silver car. He gently rubs the hood walking along the side of it almost like he's ventured into another world.
I quietly watch as he stops near the drivers door hesitating
"This was my mother's car" he whispers not lifting his eyes off the car. "I should have burned it" his voice containing a certain edge to it.
I feel lost in the moment like I'm now intruding on a past memory feeling a glimpse of darkness from him that I'm not familiar with.
"Why would you want to burn it" the words come out before I can mute them
He looks back to me, his eyes black as he smiles.. but it's not a happy smile
"Why not" he replies resting his hand against the window tilting his head looking at it like he's trying to understand it himself
This doesn't feel right the darkness feels different
"In my heart and in my head ... it burns" his voice laced with venom but he's so very calm
"Your scaring me" I whisper
"But this is what you wanted" not missing the slight sarcasm in his voice
keeping his hand on the window, he looks back to me, the blackest of eyes giving off a feel of hate, confusion, so much anger but it's all dripping in pain.
It feels so heavy as I take a step back from him not able to break our stare
"What is that" I ask as the feeling is so powerful I feel a tear slide down my cheek. It's so very dark and the pain, the pain makes my heart ache.
"You once asked me if I would ever let you enter my mind" he speaks so calm but it gives me chills
I shake my head saying no, there's so much pain. I feel tears begin to fall down my cheeks. I take another step back trying to put some distance between me and him.
"There's a fine line between the light and the dark" its like he's repeating someone else's words
His jaw clenches as the pressure from his hand on the glass starts to crack around it but it doesn't break its like the perfect balance
