Hazel Eyes |Ashton Irwin Dark|

Chapter 15 [Eliza]

I stand there alone while I watch Ashton leave. His warm body leaving mine alone and cold while I hear Michael walk up behind me.

"Are you okay?"

I take a shaky breathe and turn around, my eyes meeting the intense gaze of his blue orbs.

"Yeah....."

He doesn't say a word and moves his hands as if he's about to hug me but decides against it and puts his arms back to his side.

I clear my throat, and feel the tears threaten my eyes and my throat start to hurt.

"I'll uh....I'll just go. Um.." I try finding what words to say, "I'm going to get something to eat."

"Do you want me to go with you?"

"No," I say almost instantly and feel bad about it when I see the disappointed look on his face.

"No," I say quieter and try giving him a smile, "I'll be okay."

"Please don't lie to me," he pleads giving me a saddening look.

I smile as best I can, but the sick feeling in my stomach and chest never leaves, "I'm not. I'll be okay," I repeat.

He sighs, his head hanging low, "You've always been a terrible liar."

"What?"

"Nothing," he shakes his head and turns around walking back to his desk.

I think about saying something but don't say anything and turn on my heel, walking through the candle lit hallways and making my way to the kitchen.

The feeling I get when I see him....I can't stand it.

It's like watching a dog suffer from abuse or going to your first funeral. Or even you're first breakup.

I feel how broken he is really is and it's affecting me way more than it should.

The feeling of his kiss never leaves and the butterflies in my stomach refuse to disperse.

My heart continues to race and I open the cabinets, pulling out a peanut butter jar and taking a spoon from the drawer. Adding a water to my arms, I carry myself all the way up the stairs and pass Ashton's room, probably staring at it longer than I should.

Is he even in there?

What's he thinking about?

I shaky my head and walk to my door, closing it behind me before snuggling deep under my covers, excluding myself from everything.

Opening the lid, I take the spoon and dip it in the jar and already making a plan to just leave it up here with me.

Sipping the water to help my throat, I feel the hot tears pour down my face.

My fingers press against my cheek but I don't bother wiping them away. My eyes and throat feels puffy while my face starts to heat up.

Before I know it I'm sobbing into my pillow, sniffing and crying out into the soft, feathery, pillow.

Why are you crying?

I hear a voice and look up to see no one.

Please don't cry.

I sniff and sit up, rubbing my eyes. The voice...is that really...

"Ash- Sir?"

Why are you crying?

I sniff once again and bring my knees to my chest.

"Please go away, I don't want to see you. Or talk to you."