BLUE EYES
"How did you know I would be here?" Shail asked. His voice was guarded and muffled from somewhere behind me. I was too stunned to turn, let alone speak. How had I known to come here? I heard the soles of his shoes crunch over the wet dirt and rock. I could feel his body heat on my back and see his shadow extend over me because of a dull light source somewhere. Probably a street lamp or something. I focused on trying to figure that out, and not about what he might do. "Who are you?" He asked, his voice now tight. I dared to look over my shoulder to see his suspicious expression before it smoothed to a blank mask. I was surprised to see his eyes were blue. Either the lack of light allowed me to see his true eye color, or he had lost the contacts. Maybe he had simply applied a different pair of contacts? "I wanted to ask you the same question." I finally said, my voice soft. His eyes narrowed, though I couldn't tell if he was angry or what, and crossed his arms across his chest. But he didn't speak, merely surveyed me with a careful eye. "Why do you not have an..." I cut myself off, my hand fluttering to gesture around him. I didn't want to say something to reveal myself before he did. His brows pulled together as if he was in deep thought. He tilted his chin up, appearing to look down his nose at me for a moment. Then he turned and started to walk away. "Wait! Where are you going?" I called, my hand instinctively reaching for him. He didn't respond. So I gave chase. "Hey!" I grabbed his arm, forcing him to stop and spin around on me. The look in his eyes was deadly. And though everything in me scram for me to run, I didn't. I squared my shoulders, straightened my spine, and looked him in the eye. He drew back, like a cobra about to strike. "Please." The word came out soft, despite my posture. "I just..want to understand." His shoulders tightened but his eyes lost their razor sharp gaze. He was searching my face again. I could see something. Something that felt for my words. And then it was gone. He jerked my hands off him and turned his back on me. "I don't know what you want from me. Leave me alone." "You have to!" I screamed, desperate. "Leave me alone." He repeated, walking away. This time I didn't have the heart to follow him. I had almost convinced myself he was like me. That I wasn't alone. And the crushing weight of his denial to even talk to me kept me there. Pinned.