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ลำดับตอนที่ #4 : What's your secret?
What's your secret?
My wish is granted but I'm not happy about it. Not remember what happened last night doesn't make things better. What can I tell is that Tyrell wasn't remember any of it as well, that's a good news. But woke up with him in the morning wasn't what I expected to start my day with.
I wished I could turn back time and didn't invite him to my place. What was I thinking?
Sitting across from him in the coffee shop could be nerve-wracking when neither one of us saying anything. He seems lose in his thought while watching me drinking my latte.
What's wrong with this guy and his innocent look? And why're his eyes so perfectly blue? It should be against the law to have that kind of eyes color and use them to staring at people and make that naive face.
Stop looking at me!
As if he could hear my thought, his eyes locked on his double espresso, sipping it bit by bit. Tyrell enjoys his coffee like he enjoys the pill last night. But his appearance is back to his usual self; steady, arrogant, and self-esteem. He's sitting in this cafe like he's own the place.
Even though he's wearing black, he looks so white and pure, totally difference from me. I'm wearing black and I look dark and junky. Yes, I know how I look so you don't have to say it, okay? And I know I'm a time bomb who's gonna be explode soon when the withdraw comes. I shouldn't have take morphine last night. I’ve been clean for weeks, then Tyrell happened and all my self-consciousness was gone.
Thanks!
I study Tyrell when he loses in his thought again. What exactly does he want with me? He told me he want me to work for him, no, not work for, work with him. I don’t have an interested to work with anyone. I just do my job, finish my day, and be miserable with myself at home.
Oh…is that what he’s doing, persuade me to work with him by got high with me last night? Well, he didn’t want to get high, I made him. But he did persuade me, didn’t he? He bought me a drink that should count for something.
“I told you to stop thinking when you’re with me, remember?” Tyrell’s voice cut through my thought. Sharp and powerful.
I look at him try not to be startled. How can he remember that?
“Sorry,”
Wait! Why do I apologise?
“Don’t go where I can’t follow, Elliot.”
He’s must toying with me but he says it like he means it. His eyes fix on me. I couldn’t look away. Tyrell captures my gaze, my breath. How can he says something like that and acts like nothing happened.
What should I do? How can I respond to that?
And for Christ’s sake! Stop beating so fast, you stupid organ!
“I…”
“You don’t like talking, do you?”
“Not exactly,”
I know that look. He’s trying to study me, to see me. I hate that blue eyes. I can’t bare it. I need to go.
I starts to cough badly, my lungs hurt. Sh*t! It’s going to happen. How come Tyrell looks so normal when I feel like sh*t? How much morphine did I take last night? Did you know? Do you remember?
I’m gonna lose it. I can’t lose it, not now, not in front of him. I’ve to go somewhere else. I wish he let me go.
“I can take you somewhere else.”
I look at him barely believable.
Did you just tell him what I want? This is our secrets. How could I be honest with you when you tell him our secrets?
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