Angel Eyed (DISCONTINUED UNTIL FURTHER NOTICE)

twenty eight

"B-because . ." I sputter, nervously fumbling with the loose threads of my jeans looking at everywhere but him My chest was going to explode, sweat dripping from my temples the longer I felt his gaze burned a hole through the side of my face. Neither did I know what took me over and I missed him, I just knew I had to and that wasn't necessarily a logical explanation worth saying. This is what I've been fearing the whole time, losing myself into my frustrations, and that's exactly what happened. But then again, even if I wasn't drunk I still wouldn't know how to justify such a monstrosity.

"Are you in love with me?"

"What? N-No! No I'm not!" I retorted rather loudly, shaking my head aggressively as if that would help in anyway. We just met, and I'm more than grateful the the times whenever he comes in the scene to help me out, but saying I'm in love with him would be beyond my level of petty. I have a massive crush on him, yes. Massive enough to make me want to bang my head against the wall everytime he's around, however I wouldn't say I'm infatuated with him. Not now when my life is a demolishing building behind me.

He brushes his fingers up his hair, pushing back the curls falling on his forehead. "Then tell me why you kissed me, I'm fucking confused!"

"I-I just wanted to know how it feels like." I swallowed the lump forming at the back of my throat, eyes locked on his face and cautiously watching every single line of expression change.  

He just looks at me, some kind of vague emotion I couldn't comprehend written across his visage. I have seen those eyes before. They were the exact same eyes Bill gave me the night he told me he was in love with me. "That's not how it works at all, Cassandra." His voice shakes, turning away from me and buttoning his shirt again, hands quick and deliberate.

"Wh-what do you mean?"

"What do I mean?" His gaze dart back to me like spears, fire raging behind them as he paused.  "Are you hearing yourself?! You don't just kiss people and tell them they're an experiment, Cassandra." He fumed stiffly, gaze unstable. He quickly swings his car door open and steps out, abandoning me by the same spot, my mind in all sorts of tangles imaginable.

I couldn't understand; either because of the alcohol or I was simply stupid. Nonetheless, chills shot up my spine. This was all too familiar and it didn't seem right. Slowly but surely I was sinking into the seat, my head spinning in circles as the familiar blizzard temperature outside kissed my skin. But I couldn't drift off now. I did the same thing and hastily stepped out of the vehicle, my feet sinking into the cold beach sand. "Harry, wait--" I wheezed as best as I can, the alcoholic sting in my tongue making me slur.

"You're right, Cassandra, this is a mistake." He says from the other side of the car, the wind blowing on the strands of his hair as he walked towards the driver's seat. I stood there, only then realizing how much those set of words pained, especially coming from him. But I shouldn't feel like this, after all I said them first.

"I didn't mean to offend you!"

"Was that what this is all about to you all along?" He stops too soon from pulling the door open, eyes bloodshot underneath the moonlight. "I was just a fucking experiment?! Why because I'm pathetic?!"

"Harry, I didn't at all said that! You misunderstood!" I yelled, the veins in my neck close from popping as I forced myself to talk. The previous intoxication rushing through me was now replaced by horror and paranoia, traces of alcohol seemingly forever gone as I cowered on my feet.

"Yeah, because I misunderstood that kiss." He nods sarcastically, finally getting into his car before I could say another word, another jolt of horror going through my body and awakening my senses. I wished for it to only be a dream, like what I always do whenever I fuck up, but this time it wasn't. This time I'm down under and Harry was angry.