Free Indignation by Celinda Santillan

gift from the one person she hates, but loved more than anything in the world. She runs her fingers through the purple leather. The color of her eyes, her natural eyes. Once in a while people would notice them when she forgets to cover her eyes with deep hazel contacts, but they always think she wears contacts at that Moment. Purple. Such an unnatural color and yet it’s so real. She hates them. A couple of weeks before Julian left her she showed him her real eyes. She remembers it, that unforgettable night.
    Alyssa’s long, light brown hair had fell around her shoulders. Her hair was filled with thin waves. Julian had pulled on her thighs, making her long legs straddle him. The position itself brought out her lust for him, but she didn’t give in. It was something she had thought for a while, but Julian convinced her that if she was having any doubts that obviously meant that she wasn’t ready.
    “You’re so beautiful.” He whispered into her lips.
    She pulled away from his lips slightly. “And you’re such a tease.” She whispered back before crushing her lips to his. His lips were full and alive whenever they’d kiss. She bit lightly on his bottom lip and pulled gently. She could feel his smirk spreading between her lips.
    “And I’m the tease?” Without knowing what hit her. Julian rolled on top of her, pressing her back to the sofa. She couldn’t help but runs her fingers on his well-defined chest. Her finger went from his neck down his chest stopping just above his belt. His head tilted up and he moaned at her touch. “You’re killing me.” Only his words uncovered his lust. His eyes always remained empty, clear of any emotion.
    Her lustful gaze had gone up to his midnight black eyes. “You have no idea.” She wrapped her arms around his neck and pulled him to her. The time felt dead when they were entwined. They pulled away from each other with displeasure. “I have to show you something.” She had unwrapped her legs from him and moved to sit beside him.
    He remained expressionless as always. “What is it?” His face never showed emotions. That was always one thing that irritated her to no end. She could show all the emotions she had for him with her eyes, but he was the one that had to say what he felt because that was just Julian. A part of Julian that she had learned to accepted.
    “It’s nothing bad.” She bit her lip nervously.  “Well, it’s kind of freaky, but not bad.” She reassured him.
    His smirk appeared. “If you want to put handcuffs on me I’ll be more than willing to let you.” He winked.
    She punched him lightly on his arm. “Not like that, you perverted man.” She laughed. Then she turned around, blocking his sight. “I want to show you something. I was born like this so don’t freak out.” She laughed again nervously as she pulled her deep hazel contacts out, and turned to him with her freakish purple eyes that are too strange to describe. He just stared at her, his black eyes hiding his response.
    Nothing could bring emotions out of him, nothing. Yes, he would laugh, and would joke around, but his eyes always remained neutral. Now was different. His eyes turned cold. His smirk faded. And she couldn’t take her eyes off of him. Those eyes that is darker than black never looked at her like that before, so cold and filled with regret. The first time his eyes speak to her is the first time she took a look at the version of Julian who everyone feared.
    His eyes focused on her, examining her. Then he stood with determination. He turned his back to her as he made his way out the door, out of her life. “Julian?” she whispered before he shut the door. The door he walked out of symbolized everything they ever had. How much everything seemed perfect, but it wasn’t. At that Moment she didn’t notice it. She hoped like every other teenage girl who fell in love. Reality is always hard to face.
    After that day, he was never to be seen again, until now. Now he returns,