"Crazy"
That word sent me traveling back to the past. The memories angrily invade my mind demanding my revisit. I gave in remembering down to the last memory when I was broken, lying on the floor staring into his cold eyes. The pain I felt that day rush in like a fresh new wound. It's been three long years but the pain still hurt as much as that night leaving me vulnerable at the mercy of his magnetic eyes scrutinizing me.
I thought I'm fully prepared for this moment. But I was wrong, seeing him has drawn out the same reaction I had when I first laid my eyes on him because I could feel the radiation of heat melting the contours of my heart into a pudding.
I swiftly clutched back on the pain, and the cold icy walls of my heart cave up as armor against his invasion in my heart and mind.
I recompose myself and jerked my eyes away from him.
"I did." My tone was unwavering and solemn.
His eyes never left me as he took his seat.
