Ocean Eyes

c h a p t e r s e v e n t e e n

I don't know when I fell asleep, but I do remember the warm rays of the sun waking me up.

It was finally showing signs of Spring; the sky, a beautiful baby blue that scared all the clouds away and the warmth of the sun that everybody felt except me.

I felt empty for a strange reason as if Storm took a part of me and left with it.

A breath escaped my lips involuntarily as I stared at the cover in between my fingers.

I stood up from my bed and walked over to the bathroom.

A part of me still didn't believe that Storm was gone out of my life.

It still thought that as soon as I open those double doors and walk into the Deep Ends exhibit, I would still see him.

That maybe he would greet me with his signature smirk at my slightly baffled expression. 

Because even now, I was still surprised that such a beautiful creature like him, would choose me out of all people.

I still yearned for the way he looked at me, smiled, touched me, even his presence.

But the aching hole in my heart harshly reminded me that he wasn't there.

That he was somewhere unknown, trying to keep Morfia away and from doing anything worse than what she has already done.

I opened the door to my bathroom, a slight creak was heard as I moved it slowly.

I looked at myself.

The shine that seemed to be in my eyes when Storm was here disappeared, no longer there, and my hair, a mess.

Bags underneath my eyes were making it obvious that someone was keeping me up that night.

Something glistened in my eyes.

Tears.

I let out a shaky breath, trying to calm myself down.

Stop thinking about him, Aria.

But I couldn't.

Everything revolves around him, and I only noticed it when he left.

The connection was so bizarre.

Even though I met Storm a month ago, it was as if I knew him my entire life.

Life before him was hard to imagine, and frankly, I didn't really want to.

It was as if he was the missing piece in my puzzle, making me feel complete.

And now that he was gone, everything seemed so much duller.

As if the light that made my days brighter was now gone.

Storm is okay. You know that.

So why was I acting like this?

As if I could not function without him and only waited until he would save me.

I furrowed my eyebrows at that realization.

Am I seriously going to enclose myself in the four walls in my room and pity myself?

Even though it seemed like a lovely activity at the moment, I knew it was wrong.

I'm stronger than this.

I felt myself nodding as I agreed with my thoughts.

I am stronger than this.

And with that newfound determination, I walked up to my shower.