The Flip Side

“Your eyes are so beautiful.” It took her off guard, because no one had ever complimented her eyes before. People had said she had nice hair, and that her body was hot but it was never her eyes that were nice. “They’re just green.” Because they were. They’d always been green and they’d always be green. And there was nothing special about green, she thought. “You know, only two percent of the whole world have green eyes. And you’re one of them. I think that’s so beautiful.” He pressed, and she looked at him with her eyes narrowed. “No, don’t hide them from me, I want to see them.” “Why?” “Because when I look into your eyes, I see the woods I used to play in when I was a kid, and the tree I fell out of and broke my arm. And much like I used to do in those woods, I get lost every time I look into those big green eyes of yours.” She sat, failing hopelessly to keep the smile off her face as he spoke, and he noticed. And it took his breath away, that he was the reason for that beautiful smile. “Tell me more.” She breathed and he grinned. “I could talk to you all day about how much I love your eyes. How the light reflects off them and I struggle to talk to you because they look like emeralds and I’ve always found you precious, but that just confirms that you are.”

"We're not the same people we once were. There is no place for me in his life anymore but I think I'll always reserve a place for him in my heart if he ever decides to come back. Cause he's the kind of person you wait for, even if they're not worth it."

“Don’t.” He whispered, as you reach for him, his voice was thick and tears were streaming down his face. He bent over and rested his hands on his kneecaps, heaving deep breaths. And all you can do is watch him, there’s nothing you can say that’ll make it okay. “How could you do this to me?” He asks, finally lifting his head and looking you dead in the eyes, a desperate wildness in his gaze and a lump in his throat. “It wasn’t personal. You were collateral damage.” The words tumble out before you can stop yourself and your heart breaks as you see the look on his already broken face. It crumples and he can’t stop his knees from giving out and ends up on the cold sidewalk. “I can’t tell you how much I wanted you to be the one.” You try and fix the situation that you already destroyed but he doesn’t respond, instead his hand reaches up to hold his chest. When he looks at you again the tears are gone, he’s no longer the damaged man from mere seconds ago. Now he’s just a blank stare and tired words. “I hope you get everything you deserve.” You’re silent, trying to figure out which way he means those words but before you get the chance to ask, he’s already gone.