" ‘A Tale Of Two Cities’ you always bring it with you; how many times have you read it?” “Since the day I bought it.” I emptied my plate. Empty. So is my brain. After twenty minutes of eating, one question was asked; The second try: “Do you prefer to speak English or French?” “French, I only speak English because you don’t understand it.” Elliot must be the slowest eater I’ve ever seen; I already finished mine while he was halfway into his dish, or maybe I’m a fast eater. The third try: “Do you like coffee or tea?”
“Is this an interrogation?” Damn it. “N-No” “Then what are you trying to do ?” “I want to know...More about you.” At this point, I ran out of words; he stole them with his gaze, those stupid beautiful soft hazel eyes that did not match his personality. He huffed a laugh. “c’est drôle.” (This is funny) “There is nothing you need to know about me.” I shouldn’t feel hurt; I shouldn’t feel upset, but I did. I tried not to show it. Of course, Elliot Andrews would say something like that. “Of course, I respect that. Anyways I have to go back to my room. Good night.” I made my way to the stairs until I heard fast footsteps coming behind me; when I turned around, Elliot grabbed my arm, dragging me toward my chamber. “What the hell are you doing?! Let go!” “Hey!” He slammed the door open, pushing me inside, then closed it with his foot. “What are you trying to do, hm?” “What are you talking about?” I took a step back; he got closer. “I told you to keep our relationship professional, or have you forgotten?” What. “I AM keeping our relationship professional.” I matched his anger. “Then stop asking me what I like or what I don’t like.” “What about you? You know everything about me!” “I HAVE A REASON FOR IT!”
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He yelled, but he regretted it as soon as he said it. “You don’t want me to ask you about your personal life? Fine. You don’t want me to talk to you? Fine. You want me to leave? I will. Once I’m done killing him. We are done. I will return to my normal life, and you will NEVER see me again.” His eyes harden even more as he steps closer to me; my body hit the wall behind me. I’m officially stuck on the wall. Nowhere to move. His height made me feel like I was held captive. I HATE how tall he is. “Are you sure you’re going to do it? Leave? Is that what you want?” he grinned “Yes.” I whispered. I can feel the Tears welling up in my eyes. Why am I crying?! I don’t understand this! why him? “Leave.” He moved closer. “Stop.” I looked down, not brave enough to meet his eyes. “Look at me,” he muttered. His voice changed from rough to soft. I don’t understand him; how does he change his emotions that fast? It’s so hard to read him. “N-No.” Tears finally spilled down my cheeks. His index finger touched my chin. “Stop. Elliot.” His lips were only one centimeter away from mine when I opened my eyes. “Alright.” with one last look, he left, leaving me breathless in my room.