Found You.

chapter 5

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The first thing that my eyes landed on, as the door opens, are the most beautiful pair of eyes I've ever had the privilege to witness.

Almond shaped, glossy, feminine.

It didn't take me any moment to realise whom these eyes belonged to.

His eyes were so, so deep.

I could see the whole universe through these eyes if I move any closer.

As he opens the door, his head dipped a little, eyes set on mine, raises as he pulls the door wider.

I try speak, my lips part slightly. But, nothing comes out.

It's as if I'm spellbound. All I could see is this mystical pair of eyes -- looking back at me with a different kind of intensity.

The depth they hold are unmatched.

So dark - so deep.

So, so enchanting.

If I hadn't seen these eyes with my own eyes I don't think I would've ever known what universe felt like.

His eyes, time and time, go more deeper.

His eyes, seeping in in corner of me.

So deep, so absorbing. As if it's some quick sand, pulling me deeper and deeper every passing moment.

He breaks the silence first. His iris play games.

"Kia, I hope? You must be the one from 'The City' magazine?" He raises his eyebrows.

His voice carrying the addiction in them, as always. Like he's just woken up, or is drunk.

The addiction.

I focus on the eyes, too scared to move my eyes from them.

As I stare, I realise I'm no longer breathing from my nostrils, my mouth takes the work; with every breath I take in I feel my heart get a bit more heavier.

It sinks in that he waits for my answer, I awkwardly nod my head -- making sure not to break the contact.

My heart is aching so much, right now; I'm afraid I'll cry - I'll laugh - I'll hiccup - I'll stumble, I'll end up doing everything I'll regret my whole life.

A baffled look shadows over his eyes. I don't know of his face, I can't look at anything else. I can't look away.

I feel the corner of my eyes burn a bit, I feel my eyes well up with a burning sensation, forcing me to close my eyes. But I can't.

I don't know why did my eyes well up, if it's because of him or for the lack on blinking? A bit of both, maybe.

A breathy gasp escapes my mouth, I look away. My left hand on my mouth.

"You're alright, Miss Chou...?" He tails off, unsure of my name. As I'm about to nod again, a fat tear drop escapes my right eye.