Eliza looked down at her metallic heels, the light that shone off them was like moonlight. She needed that brightness, to contrast the darkness inside her.
It was melodramatic, but her eye contact with Terrence had been so flat and she had dressed all up for him.
“Are you okay?” she questioned haltingly, her hand on her chest where her clevage was soft even to her own touch.
His eyes were flat, and his mouth had no trace of a smile which was something she was not accustomed to since they had been together.
“I’m fine,” he shrugged, walking past her and she looked at his the texture of his skin and took in his heat. She did not believe him, but this was a mood she had never encountered with him before.
She studied his face, and he broke out into a smile despite himself.
“Tell me,” she dared, looking into his eyes.
He looked into her eyes.
“Just a lot, looking for a job, seeing the article…”
Eliza felt herself frown remembering her conversation with Rafe about it.
“I–”
“I do not care about being seen with you, but who am I? Compared to Rafe? In terms of my life right now? At least if I was somebody for people to say she is with him…”
“Terrence, I love you, I–”
“I know you love me, but look at the men who are in your life. Rafe, Oscar and me…”
“Do you love me?”
“Do you have to ask? What do you think all of this is? This is me loving you, and falling apart.”
“You are saying I am why your life is falling apart.
Their eye contact was icy, and neither of them looked away…
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Oh no, I hope they don’t have a fight!
Rebel xox
Icy eye contact is the WORST.