"Is there anything you have to say?" I ask him, and the chuckle of bitterness he lets out, makes me feel laughter rumbling unwanted at the base of my belly. I don't know what I find funny about someone letting out such a sound, that seems like he is so surprised at what the world could throw at him, and I can feel the laughter I hold in involuntarily come out.
The wonder i find in his eyes makes me stop laughing, as I realised he's staring at me again. "Stop that!!" I say, and his eyes snap to the floor immediately.
I'm fascinated by the accuracy and agility he takes this action with, and I wish I had known about this earlier. I would have simply told him to stop instead of stressing myself out and giving him a thousand glares he never seemed to understand.
"Why do you guys all seem to find staring at someone a hobby?" I ask trying to push my luck, and his eyes seem to twinkle with a sort of barely controlled delight.
I have the nagging feeling that the naughty gleam in his eyes tells me his answer will end up making everything even more precarious, and I rapidly wave my hands in front of him.
"Don't bother" I say to him, and the toothy grin he gives me makes me feel something I'd been avoiding all through our time here.
I erupted in a surprising combination of deep pinks and light reds as my face seemed to become like that of one who was having a seizure at that moment.
I let out a frustrated groan and stand up from where I sit, my back to him as I try to hide the visible embarrassment I so clearly feel at this moment. He hasn't even spoken a word yet, and I already feel like my heart is going to jump out of my chest any moment now.
"I'm sorry" he says, and I turn back to see a mortified look in his eyes. I sincerely think that tells me a million things all at once and I seem to get lost in the pure emotion that they hold.
"You're sorry for what?" I ask, and he looks at me with pleading eyes, like I should please not do this to him at this moment. I ignore that look even more, because of the reason that I want to hear his voice, and more or less at the anger that I had felt a few moments earlier. "I'm sorry for making you feel so uncomfortable" he says, "I promise I'll never do it again".
The way he seems to go straight to promising makes me get my defences up, as I can clearly remember that is the same thing Aron always seemed to do.
He always seemed to promise one thing or the other, he always seemed to promise that nothing would ever come between us, that we would always be together, that he wouls always cherish me, and we would have the happy ending I so desperately craved.
And yet all his promises meant nothing in the end. "Why do you think you made me uncomfortable?" I ask, and the compassionate look in his eyes, Ohhh those eyes, makes me get all my defences back down.
"You don't really hide such things that good" he says and I feel myself unconsciously smiling. I am so screwed.