Emerald Eyes

Chapter One

It was very early in the morning when Ryan woke up. He went immediately into the shower, his unbelievably deep eyes still blurry from sleeping.
As hard as he tried concentrating on the water dripping down his figure, the heavy thoughts weren't leaving his busy mind.
He slowly brushed his wet hair back and closed his eyes. Still his restless mind was circling around this one thing. If he only knew what. He could feel it like a thorn deep in his flesh. Unable to pull it out. Or even reach it. Why...?
Suddenly he felt like someone or something was calling for him. It was not something he could hear but something he could feel. The feeling of being needed somewhere was overwhelming. Although he had no idea where to look.
The quiet music has switched from easy going ballads to sad songs and he let out a frustrated sigh. After drying his hand, he picked up his phone, switched to The Neighbourhood and took a deep breath. Getting back into the shower, he felt the hot drops of water running down his sensitive skin and his lips slightly parted. He got dizzy and had to hold himself up. His hands firmly gripping the cold steel of the shower handle.
Oh, how much he adores the burning sensation of his skin in a hot shower. Especially when he wasn't feeling well or had to wake up. It felt like for a little while everything was going to be okay, like he's still a little child. But despite this warm memory, somehow Ryan felt like someone was watching him.
He shook off that horrible feeling and remembered why he was showering. He was trying to let go and rest his mind.
As the young man opened his eyes, crystal water drops fell off from his lashes. The colour of real life flashed back into his mind and he sniffled a little.
With a slight shaking of his head he left the thought and turned the water off. Immediately his body shivered in response to the ice-cold air leaving a tingly sensation on his skin. He smiled. Grabbing a towel, he hummed to the song which was playing. He knew he has yet to come back into the worries of real life. But he doesn't even care at this point. Drying himself, his sparkling eyes were glancing at the mirror next to him. He looked at himself and blew a bit of Rosemary-blonde hair out of his pretty face. A crooked smile played around his soft lips as he thought about who gifted him with this rare hair colour.
Ryan suddenly could hear the voices again. All these voices in his head asking him to find them. Why were they there? What do they even want from him? He let out another sigh. Why was he even trying to understand? While putting on clothes, he grew more and more excited for this day. He threw the wet towel into one of the corners of the bath and put his hand on the ice-cold handle of the door. How can a handle be so cold after being in the hot steamy bathroom for so long? Who knows? And so, he left the room.