Project Heartbreak
J. Starlingit took me by surprise the hatred in his eyeshe sneaks glances at mei caught him looking at my lipsyour gaze hits the side of my face
The movie unfolded, and my initial excitement began to curdle into disappointment. It wasn’t scary. It was just gross. A parade of graphic, gore, all gleaming intestines and close-ups of stitches pulling through flesh. There was no tension, no dread, just a relentless, numbing disgust. I slumped a little in my seat, crunching my popcorn with a sigh.
I could feel Jax’s eyes on me, a constant, heavy presence in the dark. I finally turned my head. He wasn’t even looking at the screen. He was watching me, his face illuminated by the flickering, bloody images.