[21½] Through amber eyes

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 "And you should break up with that girl if you don't love her." 

"And you should break up with him," he whispered, not being able to stop himself. She didn't react, so either she ignored his statement or she hadn't heard it. Her breathing became even and he watched as calmness overtook her features. 

Her blonde hair cascaded over the white pillow which would probably have black stains in the morning. He knew he probably shouldn't feel so angry toward the one who'd caused that mascara to smudge so badly. 

Hell, she'd straight out asked him not to feel responsible about her well-being. And still, he did feel responsible. Last time he'd felt as inclined to hit somebody it had been after finding out his brothers betrayal. 

He had lost faith in humanity in a matter of seconds, and then she had appeared. Sitting on that bus stop with her drink. He hadn't paid her much attention and never had he expected her to talk to him. But she had talked to him, had even offered him the diet coke she held so precious. 

It wasn't love at first sight. He'd thought she was od, way too open to a stranger and seemed to not give a flying fuck about what he thought of her. She'd been different somehow, exciting and intriguing. 

She appeared even now as a mystery to him. And he thought there had to be something wrong with him because he wanted nothing more than to know what she was thinking about behind those thoughtful grey eyes. 

Something was definitely wrong with him, and it was all because of her. 

Without waking her he got up. 

Because even if he longed for it, he couldn't be the one to hold her when she woke up in the middle of the night. He couldn't be the one that she woke up next to in the morning, who then told her how beautiful she was. No, that place was taken by the bastard that had caused those black smudges under her eyes. 

Maybe he could have been if he hadn't been so blinded by Annabelle. Now he could only wait for her to wake up and see that he was right there. 

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