19

Aldrich

“How can she look so fucking beautiful?”

That was the first thought that popped into my head when I turned to see her standing on the stairs and staring at me.

For a moment I was caught staring into her eyes, those eyes that made me desire more of her, even without touching her. But those were not the eyes that were staring back at me. These ones look dull and dead, they looked really sad, but I couldn't do anything about it.

I turned back to my phone like I didn't give a shit about her, like I didn't want to walk towards her and pull her into my arms.

“When did you become this weak over a girl?” The voice in my head questioned, making a frown find its way up my forehead.

She's not just any girl.

I pretended to be on my phone, not to notice her walk out the front door, until she was completely out of the house. I released the breath I didn't know I was holding, and sinked into the chair.

Since when did I start listening to what she tells me. What if she was going to see