“Has anyone told you, you’re beautiful?”
I stared at you, cocking an eyebrow, “Countless. And only ’cause they want something.”
“I mean that they mean it when they say it,” you narrowed your black eyes at me. I never knew that one could have coal black eyes like yours.
I laughed, “No one mean anything they say sweetheart, unless they are bitchy.”
You glared at me, annoyed that I wasn’t taking the conversation seriously. “Can’t you ever be serious? Must you always take everything as a joke?”
I raised my eyebrows, slightly stunned by the seriousness and frustration in your tone. “Well, I’m sorry, but that wasn’t necessary,” I stood up and started to leave.
“Yeah, go on, leave. Run like the coward you are,” you sneered.
I shuddered at the venom in your voice, wondering what had gotten into you. You were normally quite easy-going. Whatever brought about this change in attitude must have been something huge. “Whatever!” I shot back, refusing to let you have the last word.
Picture by: Royston Toh
