Precious.

I couldn't look him in the eyes anymore. He was screaming, nearly crying, and showing himself so vulnerable in front of me... I could only pity myself over the disgusting kind of person I was according to his words, his anger, his pain, and his pride.

- Talk to me! Is this all I am for you? Pretty much nothing, to the point of being ignored and treated like a piece of garbage! He said prey of anguish and impotence.

- I'm sorry. That was all I could say while showing myself cold and careless, kind of disconnected; even when there was rain inside of me with so many thunders threatening with put me down, consuming the last piece of energy that remained in my legs.

He looked at me with so much hatred; I could swear if his eyes were a fire gun, I would've died at that moment but, his eyes weren't done to kill bodies but souls... which is even worse and I lost my soul right away. 

I've lost my heart in his hands and my soul in his eyes... There's nothing left for me, nothing but the memory of those captivating eyes of him, nothing but the memory of those beautiful hands of him... nothing but his memory, his precious memory. I guess that's all I deserve.

Written: July 2015