He has said this over and over, but this is the first time that it actually stings. The posturing and arrogance is missing. There is only the soft, shifting color of his eyes as the light hits his irises through the windows to his right. The color reminds me of the sea—so changeable, bright and crystalline one second, dark and moody the next. I’ve harbored such anger toward him the past couple of weeks, that this sudden shift in…everything…is making my head spin. I can’t breathe around it. I can’t get out from underneath it. He has me trapped.
