Hazel Eyes |Ashton Irwin Dark|

Chapter 30 [Ashton]

We had been walking for a whole day now and I'm beginning to think all of this is a sham.

"It shouldn't be much farther."

I huff stepping over a mossy puddle, "Yeah and how long does that take?"

He sighs, "I know you want to see her, but you need to save your strength. Ian's not one to take head on."

I roll my eyes and continue following him out of this suffocating forest.

I begin to think of what Eliza is doing right now? Is she getting the sleep she needs, or are they torturing every second they've had the past two days?

God it's only been two days. I've known her for a week and I already love her and can't stand being without her for even a day let alone two.

What the hell have I come to?

Maybe it's not love after all...I mean you can't love someone after just one week. I don't even know anything about her.

Scratch that. I know a lot about her. I just don't know the small details.

Like what's her favorite thing to eat, or what's her favorite color?

I remember when her and Luke were talking in her room and I was eavesdropping. He asked her what her favorite color was and she said blue, because it was the first color she saw outside of the Town.

Has it really only been a little over a week?

It feels like I've known her my entire life. Jesus, when did my life turn into a freaking sappy romance made for thirteen year old girls?

Holy shit.

My life has turned into Twilight.

I remember it was the decade before the war started and everything was just fine and dandy.

Twilight came in like a storm and it made me hate being a vampire even though nothing about it was accurate.

Is this what my life has come to?

I think of Eliza and realize I wouldn't care if my life did turn into some chick flick.

"You okay? You look troubled."

I bite my lip, "How do you know if you're in love?"

He stops and looks at me, "What do you mean?"

What do you think it means dipshit?

I roll my eyes, "Forget about it."

I go to walk but he grabs my sleeve, "No. I know what you mean, but why do you want to know?"

I sigh rubbing the back of my neck, god this is embarrassing, "I'm doing this. All of this for a girl I just met. I thought I love her...but now that I think about it....I don't really know her."

He nods and takes a seat on a fallen tree.

"Well, I haven't lived very long as a vampire. Only a few years. But, when it's love....you don't really need an amount of time. From what I've read and experienced, it's an emotion that is like a drug. One taste of it and you're on cloud 9. But to answer your question, it's something you find out yourself. You're heart races when you think of her, you get sweaty hands, you think of her a lot.

" I haven't felt a heart beat in a while," he puts his hand against his chest, "But I hear yours constantly. How is that possible?"

I pick at a stick, making pictures in the dirt, "It's a long story, but she started it. She started my heart and I don't even know how or why."