His Eyes Were Always Watching If I could go back-just once-I'd tell myself to run. Not to hesitate. Not to second-guess. Not to let his smile deceive me. I should have listened to the warnings. The subtle shifts in his voice. The way his grip tightened just a little too much. The way his presence lingered even when he wasn't there. At first, it felt like love. Intense, all-consuming, irresistible. But love shouldn't feel like a locked door. Like a whispered threat disguised as affection. Like the weight of unseen chains wrapped around your wrists. I didn't see it then. But his eyes were always watching.