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After our sexual rendezvous the night before, it is a cold Monday morning, and Luke had spent the night in my bedroom. I get up from the bed and wear my pajamas. It is about 6 AM, and Luke is still fast asleep. 

A few minutes pass by as I sit on the couch opposite the bed, staring at him sleep. It was indeed, a beautiful sight to see. He looked so peaceful, his face, calm and not upset. His blue eyes, not watery or red, filled with rage. Whenever Luke was angry, his eyes were either watery or they turned red. How, I didn't know, but I was able to differentiate what both looks meant. His eyes being watery didn't mean he was crying or wanted to— it meant his rage had reached the height. He would not listen to anyone and definitely not reason with anyone. The night I want to forget, the night he had forced himself on me, he had that exact look— watery eyes. As for the red eyes, his anger could be satiated. The watery eyes scared and terrified me ea