His eyes. They were my favorite part of him. The way they drew you in. They made you feel as if you were being suffocated by bliss.

Although his eyes were wonderful, I wished to never see them again. I’ve dreaded the day I would have to stare into those silky eyes and relive our past differences.

He happened to walk through the café door just as I had to leave. I crashed right into his rock hard chest, just to look up to meet those dangerous eyes.

Every memory came flooding back…all the times we spent talking and reading together, those board games and chilly afternoons. Memories I loathed.

I don’t regret my decision to end things. He did it to himself with all of the stupid decisions he made. I didn’t tell him to cheat on me with my so-called cousin. He shattered me.

It was obvious he was suffering too. His dreamy eyes clouded when he saw me. I sensed his presence sadden, as I had learned to do in our two years together. I had no sympathy for him.

Fighting the itch inside of me to talk to him, I side stepped out of the door, leaving him stranded on a shallow island of our past.