CYRUS
God, I’d missed her.
My eyes followed her as she trudged around the room, kicking her shoes off before she turned to me, giving me those beautiful brown eyes that I had missed. Those ones that had kept me going when I was in the cells.
Every single f*****g time I closed my eyes, every time I tried to so much as sleep, they were all I though about. About how I had f****d it up just by existing and how I was never going to see her again.
Except that now I was seeing her. She was right in front of me, staring at me as if she had missed me. As if it was possible that she had missed me the same way I had missed her. With a sick urgency that threatened to drive me mad.
Now she was in front of me. f*****g finally.
Unable to hold back anymore, I walked over to her. Her ey
