Jarek.
Pain.
Excess pain. That was all I felt as I looked up into the eyes I used to love more than life. It was the same set of eyes that I used to dream about… long for and crave more than oxygen itself. But do you know what I felt when I saw it now?
It was not the usual butterflies in my stomach. It was not my occasional heart flipping in my chest.
I felt nothing.
Absolutely nothing.
Oh, scratch that. I felt nothing until the 'nothing' soon morphed into rage and disappointment. And until the 'nothing' became an aggravating need to be as far away from her as possible.
I balled my hands into tight fists, watching her with suspicion as her eyes bore into mine with a kind of annoyance I have never felt from her before. Hell, she used to look at me with big puppy doe eyes. But now, all it held was contempt.
And betrayal.
She seethed; "I lost Grace."
I know.
