drabble #3: Point of Views

HIS:
And her pretty, pretty eyes. With gold pupils, with innocence. Always hooded, like she was tired of everything and didn’t want to see anything. Slow to open to escape everything, to hide everything.

As much as he wanted her, she, however, didn’t want him. Maybe not, maybe yes. It was hard to discern her true thoughts for she frequently changed moods. Although she had kissed him back, touched him back… in the end, she’ll reject him. Deny him. Push him away. Hide. Run away.

While many hungered for his attention.

And he could not help but wonder, why?

Who would not want him?

Why would she not want him?

HER:
Going far away from this man was the best option. It was the only option. If she wanted to remain detached from this man— emotionally and physically— the best thing to do was to keep her distance.

And for him to stop kissing her.

Stop touching her.

Stop talking to her.

Stop smirking at her.

Stop, stop, stop, stop.

None of them was good for her system.

All of them were… making her soft. And affected. And see beautiful colors, pretty blurs. But beyond all the haze, all she could see were dark eyes and pale skin. Dark hair and delicious mouth.

God, no.

I don’t want to be attracted.

I don’t want to be affected.

I don’t want to be charmed.

I don’t want to be…

…to be—