Aria

Before I had the chance to slip out of his loose grip, his right arm wrapped around my waist and he tugged me towards himself. His body emitting the familiar warmth I had grown to crave these days. I could feel his frantic heartbeat under the palm of my hands and the quick pulses of my own heart buzzing uncontrollably in my ears. I kept my head lowered as my mind replayed the promise I had made to myself - 'No matter, what he does, no matter what he says, do not look up into his eyes'. I squeezed my eyes shut in the hope that it would help me stay true to my promise but my fight against my heart was short-lived as I felt his fingers lifting up my chin so our eyes could engage themselves in a silent conversation. I would be lying if I said I wasn't surprised when I looked up into his eyes. I had envisioned them to be filled with rage, fury. Yet, what I saw in them was far worse.

I had hurt him like I had been hurt years ago.