Krystalina~
Disgusting.
That’s what he called my eyes while staring into the depths of my soul.
He called my eyes disgusting. How f*****g dare he. Ever since I was a kid, everyone has complimented my eyes, and he had to come and shatter that bubble in a few seconds.
I stared too deep into the mirror, my gaze fixated on my eyes, trying to find any kind of flaw in them.
Is this because they are big like a Bambi ? Or is it because of their color? I mean, they are a rare ocean blue in color, but…
My trance broke as loud banging followed inside the bathroom along with a grumpy voice. I ignored him outright and rinsed my mouth with his mint mouthwash.
“Ms Moore, open the door this instant… I am getting late for work.”
Does he think I care if he gets late? And what can he even do anyway?
