"What are you doing here?"
I asked Octavious so fiercly like I was waiting to strike a punch on him. Octavious avoided my gaze and I came to the conclusion of him sneaking in my bedroom in any inappropriate way. This thought made my blood boil but couldn't express it. My tiredness from those official works had devoured me completely.
Octavious gathered his courages and dared to look at me. He set his gem-like purple eyes on mine blood-like red eyes. But, our eyes were containing different thoughts, feeling, and emotions.
His were expressing the regret and the pitiness. On the other hand, my eyes were devouring all the exhaustions and rage from my heart and reflecting them to the eyes in front of me.
The way Octavious was keeping his mouth shut bothered me greatly that I reoeated my question for him though I hate to repeat them.
"Are you deaf? What are you doing here?"
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