His eyes were the color of worn silver dollars, and they demanded absolute attention.950Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡraiIeaViBi
I swallowed thickly. Then, I glanced at him again. Then, I turned back to the table. “I didn’t mean to. Honestly. I didn’t think that would happen.” The warmth from my mug didn't help much under the chill of his glare.
"Of course you didn't think," he stated matter-of-factly. "You never do."
I gulped again, then again. I willed my hot chocolate to refill itself, just so I could avoid his glare. However, I knew I could not. I glanced up again. His eyes were the color of worn silver dollars, and they demanded absolute attention. "I didn't mean to," I repeated weakly.
"The fact of the matter is you did, whether you meant to or not, and I haven't even heard an apology from you."
"I'm sorry," I supplied quickly. I pleaded with myself to turn away, to run away, to hide away. I couldn't do it. I was trapped by the slivers of silver.
"Your apologies are of no consequence now. It happened. What are you going to do about it now?"
I finished off my hot chocolate, ignoring the searing pain. "I don't know."
"That is a problem. You need to know."
I wished I could get angry. I wished I could glare directly into his eyes and snap at him, telling him he couldn't tell me what to do and that I was perfectly capable of fixing things myself. However, wishes were but whispers of the wind, and they were easily gone. Instead, I cowered under the intensity of his stare. "I'll fix it somehow."
"I'm sure you will," he quipped. "What made you think to do it in the first place?"
"I don't know," I confessed honestly. "I just—I never imagined it wouldn't work. Everything seemed fine at the time. Everything was going so well, but then it all stopped working. I didn't mean for this to happen. I'm not even sure how; it was fine before. I had no clue beforehand that it wouldn't work—Honestly, I didn't. It was all so sudden; I didn't even think about the consequences of it failing because it had been doing so well before, and—"
"However, it did fail. It is still a problem. You need to fix it. You don't know how to fix it, or you never thought to fix it. That in itself is a problem."
I set my mug on the table. "I know."
"At least you know that much," he muttered under his breath. "I'm not going to help you with this. You need to figure out for yourself how to get out of your own grave."
I hoped that whatever expression I was making would be enough to convince him to reconsider. "No, please help me. I can't do this by myself, no matter how hard I try, no matter what I do. I can't—It's become so much worse. It's irreparable, impossible; I don't know what to do. I need help." I wished my voice would stop breaking.
"I'm afraid my hands are tied. I've already come to a decision. Good luck."
I leapt up to stop him from leaving. "No! Please stay. Please help me. You can't go! You can't leave me here to try to fix it myself. I can't do it. It's impossible! Please!" I cried out, but he was gone.
A pair of hands held me back. "Kayden! Stop this!"
I screamed and tore myself away. I needed him to come back, to help me fix this mess. "Let go of me! He's gone, and I need to get him back. He's gone! He can't be gone. I need him. I can't fix this by myself. Let go!"
The hands had returned, gripping me tightly.
His eyes were the color of worn silver dollars, and they demanded absolute attention. They would never demand my attention ever again.
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