The 'once was good' Girl.

Chapter 13

I opened my eyes slowly, expecting to see myself in my room, but I was in.. Where am I??

Oh.

I was in this.. What can i even call it? Heaven?

I looked around me searching for Ethan but I didn't find him.. Where is he? And what time is it?

I didn't get my phone last night..

Before I could panic, the wooden door opened revealing a smiling Ethan.

He looked pretty.. Happy.

He was freshly showered, his hair still wet, he changed into a jeans and a grey T-shirt and his eyes.. Oh my god his eyes.. They were so pure.

So full of life, not like mine..

I lost the life in my eyes long ago..

I raised my eyes to his face and shivered when I saw him staring at me the same way I was staring.

He was analyzing me which made me so self conscious , I mean, I didn't even take a shower for god's sake, and my hair is probably a mess.

Shit.

"Morning" he said grinning

I smiled at him a cheeky smile "Morning"

"I got breakfast, it's 5 am and they are probably still asleep so we have time" he said

I smiled at him and stood up to help him with the bags he was holding.

We sat in front of each other between us the food, he got bacon and waffle.

"What's your favorite color?" I asked randomly

He smiled at me then stared into the glass wall behind me "blue"

"Mine is grey" I said

"So, what's the story behind it?" He asked

I drawed my eyebrows together in confusion

"I mean, my story is kinda obvious, I love blue because it reminds me of my grandpa.. It touches me and make me feel his presence.. What's your story?" He asked again

I smiled at him

"That was deep" I chuckled and he smiled at me

"Well, I.. I don't think there is a story behind it.. I just like it" he shook his head.

"There is a story, bit maybe you haven't figured it out yet, think about it" he said simply

How does he do this? How does he seem to know everything about me without me saying a word?

-The question isn't how.. It's why

I thought about what he said for a minute

"I think.. I think I know why" I said and smiled a heartwarming smile to him

He nodded encouraging me to talk.

"My life was always surrounded by the black layer, every light in it wasn't as shiny as it should.. Because of this layer.. And now, just now, I figured out that I'm the only one who can control the color of this layer..  and I wouldn't choose white, white makes everything glow more than it should.. I would choose grey, it just.. reflects everything as it is.. It's so.. Honest maybe"

He stared at me for a second, his piercing eyes calculating every word I said, and then he broke the eye contact and smiled "And you say I'm the deep one?" he said