[25] Eyes

Kaya’s POV

There as a lot of things going through my mind at the moment, of all that happened at the mini-mart on Eighth Street. I finally had the chance to talk to the jerk, well I’d like to think we had a conversation, even though half the time I as shaking half my wits, nevertheless, I was proud of me for getting a few sentences out of me this time. My mind flashed back to the look of those pretty tired eyes, I couldn’t understand how he could look so drained yet so magnificent all at once. One thing was for sure, Azian was hiding something behind that pretty face. It could be the fact that he had insomnia or some kind of other sickness.

As they say, no one’s perfect, even though that statement is extremely hard to believe when you’re staring into the eyes of that Greek god.  Sighing, I slipped a hand into my sleeve jacket reaching for my backpack. I skipped down the flight of stairs with one arm of my bag slung around my left should