The Player

I look at him and smile. The tears fall from my eyes but I stay strong. His dark gaze falls upon me and he frowns.

"I don't want you to hate me," he says.

I chuckle and say, "Well it's to late for that."

His green eyes pierce through me, and I suddenly become very uncomfortable. His eyes darken and he seems to radiate cold air. I shiver and look at the ground. I'm not ashamed about what I said, because it's true and he needs to know that.