Heath (discontinued)

✿ epiphany ✿

Okay so I've realised that people don't think Kaya is suitable to play the role of Alex, and I'm starting to feel that way too, so I've decided to just leave the cast of Alex and Heath open to let all your lovely imaginations run wild.

But not Dylan though. He stays as the O'brien. Do not argue with me.

P.S. let's see if we can reach 1k comments on this chapter (; If we do, I might give you a little present real soon (((; *cough* kiss *cough* Halex *cough* ahem excuse the tickle in my throat.

P.P.S. I'll be updating a chapter after this hopefully in two day's time. I'm really feeling the hand of the writing spirit over me. LOL.

P.P.P.S. The gif is the colour of Heath's eyes. You'll understand as you read.

x caryl

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ELEVEN

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My blood chilled as the echoing scream resounded in my ears. A shiver ran down my spine, goosebumps rising on my skin.

We were completely enveloped in darkness and I couldn't see anything past a few centimetres in front of me. The moonlight filtering through the windows bathed the room in a dim light, and my eyes took a few seconds to adjust to the darkness.

Something warm suddenly clamped down on my arm and I nearly leapt out of my skin, my heart skipping a beat.

"What the fuck! You scared-"

My words got cut off as I was yanked towards a hard body, hand keeping a firm grip on my wrist.

I tilted my head back, eyes meeting with Heath's, and I swallowed the lump in my throat at the dangerous edge in them.

"Did you call them here?" he asked quietly, voice barely above a whisper, but it still rang loud and clear in my ears.

The dark edge to his voice sent shivers down my spine.

"I..." I swallowed nervously. "I-I did what I had to do."

He didn't say anything, and the only indication I got that that he had heard me was his hold on my wrist tightening to a bone-crushing grip.

When he remained silent, I swallowed. His silence scared me more than anything. I would prefer if he shouted.

But why wasn't he yelling?

And why hasn't he killed me yet?

I haven't given him a reason not to.

But he only shut his eyes, as if he was battling internally with himself, and losing.

My breath caught in my throat when he reopened them...to reveal a pair of incandescent violet eyes. Eyes that seemed to glow in the darkness. And the same pair of eyes that had knocked me out back in the forest.

Was that what was going to happen now? Was he going to somehow knock me out again with just a look into his eyes?

But I couldn't bring myself to tear my gaze away, captivated by the sheer beauty of them.

They were the colour of the moonlight, the lightest shade of violet tampered with pale grey. With the moonlight reflecting off them, they seemed almost...otherworldly. They had an ethereal glow to them despite their light colour, and it was made even more obvious in the darkness.