Page 64 of Darkest Deception

“Open your eyes, Helia.” My soft murmur opens what I believe is the portal to another world. The forest-green eyes that have trapped me with the poison they leak.

“I love the colour of your eyes.”

At the mention of the colour of his eyes, they shine, like my words make him happy.

My finger hesitantly drags over his other eye, the one with the scar, but he doesn’t move or flinch when I trace over it. The bumpy skin and the scar tissue seem from a knife wound. I would know from the many on my body.

I want to choke whoever did this to his face. Helia is handsome, and no matter if he had this scar or not, he’s still attractive, but to think he suffered through intense pain makes me rage.

“Whoever did this to you, I hope they found their hell.”

Something a lot like a proud smirk makes its way onto Helia’s face, but still, he doesn’t utter a single word, allowing me to speak my thoughts in a daze.

My heart drops, and my hand follows.

My stomach twists and twists until I can’t take it anymore. I feel sick.

“L-Let me go, Helia.” I shake my head, but Helia leans closer to me.

“You should hate me. You shouldn’t allow me to even touch you like this.” I gasp when I feel his forehead drop on my shoulder.

The action is so small, but the pain inside of me twists so fucking hard that I choke.

It makes me want to cry out because I want this. I want him. But I don’t deserve anything good.

“Ambrose—”

“Don’t you get it, Helia? I have ruined lives. I deserve everything that has fallen upon me. I have bullied, humiliated, and broken people.”

Helia’s hand on my hip tightens, and I hear his breathing turn harsher.

“I have—”

“Stop.” The force of his voice shuts me up.

Here it comes.

He lifts his head, his hands dropping from me, then he takes a step back, and the look in his eyes is gone. My hands clench tightly, my jaw ticking as I brace myself for his words.

“Get out.”

Without hesitation, I leave.

There is no explanation needed.

None.

But I do leave behind a part of me that I don’t think will ever come out as it did with Helia.

So then why, as I walk from my car to my house in the heavy rain, do I feel piercing pain inside my chest at the thought of Helia suddenly going back to the way he was?

So ruthless and unapologetic about everything?

Why does it hurt when it didn’t before?

Was it because of the small moment when I almost felt as if someone could love me? That very small, miniscule hope?

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