[46] COLD STARE

*Later In the day*

With closed eyes, I can still feel Aryan's cold stare, he's been like this for the past three hours now, during breakfast and even when I collapsed he's still staring at me continuously as if I've got many faces. 

At first, I thought it was just a normal stare but it wasn't, with all these weird questionable looks on his face. God! he's been weird since today. 

His cold stare gives me goosebumps. I can't help but let him stare to his fill though I'm confused about what would be the reason behind this cold stare. 

"M-mm" I roll around the bed trying to hide my face from him. I can't take this, enough of this silent-killing look. I say to myself and opened my eyes slowly. "Why looking at me that way?". I asks finally and turns to him.

He keeps quiet still looking at me, lost in his thoughts as he carried his face in his palm 

"Aryan? I breath and touch his chin lightly." Something wrong?. 

He puff and looked away. "N-not... You... Just continue on with your sleep... You've been doing that lately ". He sighed and walks to the window. 

I paused for a moment, biting over his response. What did he mean by what he just said now? 

"What's that supposed to mean?". I ask and grab the first thing my hand touched to cover myself.

"Oh, you're asking me? Tracy.