Biting my cheek, I turn around and tilt my head up until our gazes meet.
Dark pools. I had no idea a person’s eyes could be the deepest shade of night. His are so dark that I can’t distinguish his irises from his pupils. It’s like falling into two bottomless black holes, and they are dragging me into their depths.
For most of my life, I rarely met other people’s eyes. Largely because I was afraid they’d glimpse the insecurities I tried so hard to hide and would find a way to use them against me. But also, because I didn’t want to see what was hidden in their stares. Their unsuppressed opinions of me. How weak I was—for not standing up for myself, for not confronting those who said s**t about me. Their convictions that I must be stupid, all because I avoided conflict. Seeing those things
