Her nails dig into my wrist as she holds onto to me with a forceful grasp from behind.
With a light gyration her opaque hazel eyes stare into mine. I find myself thinking it was true that the eyes were the window to the soul.
"Listen to me Eleanor, he will never love you." Her lower lip quivers at the words spilling from her mouth.I try to look away from Tina but she cups my face with shaking hands.
"Look at me, when I speak to you. He doesn't love you...you're just his little beard."