"I'm sorry but this isn't working out." His words echoed through my head non stop like a record player stuck on repeat. Only there to torment my days and nights.
Him. His actions. His lies. All of the memories haunt me no matter where or what I am doing. I haven't seen him since before the break up.
It's been three months and I'm still not over him and now I'm going back to school. Which means having to see him again for the first time. To say I'm nervous is an understatement. My insides turn and as I take these seemingly long steps towards my personal hell.
And no I'm not talking about school, yes I'm there but you see school isn't what has been haunting my dreams, school hasn't been the thing that I'm reminded of every time I see my letterbox. It's him, his face in my mind, the feeling of his hand in mine doesn't seem to go away.
I'd know that smile from miles away, there he stands, surrounded by people I had once considered friends. He's laughing, he doesn't feel the pain I felt and continue to feel. I can't help but look, his eye's shinning wildly.
Those eyes, oh how I got lost in them. I would find my self looking at them, studying them. I memorized the colors they changed to, the specks of brown swirling in the green and blue ocean, or the grey on a winter's morning, as grey as the clouds that reside in the sky.
I can only describe them as grey as the clouds that approach the blue sky when a thunder storm is near, but you see, his eyes made me feel safe. So very safe, unlike the unpredictable storm clouds and the raging ocean.
I felt comfort looking into those eyes but now I feel the fright you would feel in the middle of the ocean, the dark abyss awaiting to consume you. I can see the demons. The demon. Him.
His bright blue eyes put my dull eyes to shame.
I'm Echo Johnson and this is my story.
