August entered his room, shutting the door with a thud. Just remembering her face when she said those words infuriated him.
"F**king little liars?" August repeated the words she said with a straight face. Her eyes say what the words she holds back. It showed disgust and hatred.
August clenched his fist, it was the same as those eyes. Disgust and hatred. The only reason he became so good at reading people's eyes was to hide from them. Eyes are mirrors of your soul, what you think will show in them. They show you the world and let others see yours.
***
August was just thirteen years old back then. His mother, Rosalie was known as one of the most beautiful women in the community. She was pretty, sweet and kind. Her smile contained warmth. That's how he remembered her.
