It was something in their eyes. If she could just avoid looking into their eyes, she might make it out of this with her heart intact.
But it was too late for that.
She was damaged now.
There was damage all around.
"You're too late," She had said to him.
She said it to the one she wanted. The one whose flesh she had imagined against hers. His hard blue eyes startled her by slowly filling with pain, like he was on fire inside and his eyes were filling with smoke.
Damn him. He was the one who hadn't even seen her when she came to his house for the party. He was the one underneath the blonde, his hands on her flawless skin. He said she was too good for him once, but she could never be as perfect as that…woman.
The other one, he deserved her. He earned her, fair and square. She owed him her body, at least. She couldn't give him her heart, not yet, not honestly. So why, when she gave herself away, why couldn't she see anything in his eyes? He didn't even look at her, he looked through her. He didn't see the tight mask she was wearing to hide her pain, to hide the utter disgust pulsing inside her.
"You're too late," She had said.
And he was. He was too late to save her from herself.
He should have always been with her. He should have always looked at her with his eyes.
But he was too late. She was damaged. She was damaged long before he ever came around.
And now, it really was too late.