Green eyes

His face was so serious, I couldn't tell if he was serious or joking. I eyed him up.

“I feel like punching you in your throat." I said to him.

Truthfully, my fingers squeezing in and I could imagine his flesh between my fingernails.

I already felt the pleasure of limiting his airflow and causing him pain.

“Why, what have I done?." He asked me.

I didn't like blaming external circumstances for my misery but...

" You let Cristela alone in that room, I trusted you when I left you with her, but, you abandoned her and Gabriel hates me now."

Criss was quiet.

“I didn't mean to leave her. I forgot... She's my sister, I wouldn't knowingly cause her harm."

I scoffed and brushed past him, making sure I jabbed him with my shoulder.

My luggages were like boulders, I knew Criss was watching me and I wanted to look stress free as I pulled it but it was impossible.

I groaned and gave up.

"I hate you so fucking much. Because of you he might never talk to me again, I feel so ashamed of myself."

“He can