Stranger

My hands clutched the cold white marble of the sink as I stared into those eyes.

Green was all that was visible to me. Green, that I had grown a hatred for. Green, that would drag me back to the past every time I tried to move on.

Those were the orbs that I blame for everything.

Those were the eyes that held so many feeling in them, it disgusted me.

She took all the shit, but never had the guts open up her mouth and speak for herself.

Everyone was busy using her but they never noticed that ticking bomb in those green eyes, waiting to explode and let it all out.

I knew she was angry, I knew she was broken, but I always thought she could be helped and fixed, but I was wrong, and it was too late.

And now that I stand here, finally looking into her, I can see that this might be just what she always needed.

She wasn't broken, she didn't need to be repaired, she was just another painting still incomplete, waiting to finish into a masterpiece.

What went wrong was that she waited too long and finally gave up.

The ticking sound of the anger inside is deafening. She does not want to control it anymore, she has done it enough already.

 Letting go of the rope is all she wants to now and fall from the mounting she has been holding on to.

I silently challenge her to leave and fall free, and for the first time she smirks and falls. The smirk playing on her lips as she finally did it.

Her coward heart, turns into ice as her green eyes dilute from the pleasure of being free from caring.

These new eyes that I m now staring into are stronger and ruthless. I know that she has buried all her emotions and fears with her heart, and she has never felt better.

The bomb had finally exploded and surprisingly, it wasn't as painful as she thought it would be. In fact, it made all the other pain go away.

She couldn't feel any different from the cold marble that she was clutching on. Her knuckles also turning almost as white as the sink.

But that wasn't what was wrong with this situation, what made it wrong was that she liked it. She liked being cold and heartless. It made her happy in a sadist kind of way and she approved of it. She didn't hate herself anymore.

I was afraid of those eyes, but I had a strange attraction towards the feeling it gave me. I didn't ever want to feel like before again. I didn't want to feel like the scared little pushover or a helpless puppy on the street.

I felt power that I had never felt before, I felt confident like I had never dared to feel. I felt carefree like I dreamt of. I felt alive.

I knew that if I stare into those merciless eyes anymore, I will go back, so I promised myself to never look into them again.

 My fist connected with the mirror in front of me and the glass shattered to pieces.

And as the blood from my busted knuckles fell on the floor painlessly, I couldn't help but fall in love with this new stranger that I had become.