LIED PROMISES

08 - Different

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❝ I wasn't really heartless,
But now I've become;
After all that I've felt,
Now I am numb. ❞

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STEVEN

First official day of college, ugh, I cringed at the thought. It was my bloody fate that had me landed up here in this stupid institution, with even stupider people, and the stupidest professors ever. The Dean would keep rattling on about how substantially prestigious his institute was, when it obviously wasn't, and how exquisite a campus he had: now tell me Mr. Pompous, what would I do with an alluring campus? Was it lucrative? Would the annoying pups, the gratuitous fountain, Brobdingnagian trees and amazing buildings help me get a handsome job? Their methodology academically sucked anyway.

I was in a bad, bad temper, and abruptly, I don't know how this girl landed over me, thrusting me down to the ground, and after two moments of shock, I opened my eyes, only to see it was that girl, the one I'd been staring at the previous day.

Oh my god, it was her.

Clothed in a black denim jacket over a white tee, coupled with jeans, with blonde curls of a ponytail dancing over her shoulders, she was the epitome of beauty, and the saying that "beauty lies in simplicity." Two moments back I was cursing the whole world and my destiny and the little pups I'd met while approaching the classroom, because let's admit it - I was afraid of dogs, they scared the shit out of me - so yeah, I was cursing everything, and now, I was lost in the twinkling, blue eyes of this beautiful, beautiful girl.

She was so close to me physically like no other girl ever had been.

I ended up noticing her cleavage that way, ah, sexy, sexy!

Okay, I wasn't immodest, but any guy in my place right there, so close to her, would've had this thought. I felt a slight tinge of pity for her, forming an opinion of how many guys must stare at her everyday, and how many bastards would've had their gazes fixed at this girl.

Why, it wasn't our fault, she was irresistible!

But I wanted to look in her eyes more than at her body, because if she's slim and sexy today, she could get fat tomorrow, meaning body could and definitely would change, but the soul doesn't.

Somehow my gaze held her eyes like I'd held none other's, and I felt like I was losing myself in her captivating, oceanic eyes. Those eyes with a dismal sheen were like a mirror to her soul. I guess she'd said something, but I didn't listen, I was too busy staring at her eyes trying to figure out why they looked so gloomy.

I never apprehended why beautiful people had to be sad, come on, they've the attention of everyone, they're popular, and people love them. For people like me, nobody even comes up to talk, and even if they do, they wouldn't end without saying "douchebag" or something of that sort at least once.

I never cared about people. I never liked getting close to anyone. My ideals were way too high for the common masses, but this girl, it felt as if she melted all my worthless ego and unreasonable ideologies out of my soul, and filled it with charm and hypnotism, that I allowed myself to feel, just by the look of her eyes, for the first time in my life.

There was something about her eyes, which made me so, so mesmerised. I'd never thought I could ever be so enthralled by someone's eyes.

Just the eyes.