A Mirror of His Eyes

Luis and I had a short relationship, but in that time I fell in love with him, hard.  I thought he loved me but he ended the relationship a month later, and for the rest of the year I avoided him in the hallways, and if our eyes ever met, mines would be blank, and his would be like ice. I never found out what it was I did to him, but he always treated me like I broke his heart when it was the other way around.  Later on that year I graduated, and he and my brother were going to be seniors.

In September I went with my brother to transfer him out of that high school, and as we went down the main hallway, something told me to hurry up.  I just kept getting this feeling that he was going to lunch, and that I'd see him, and I didn't want to see him, not at all.  We were walking down the empty hall laughing, and all of the sudden the bell rang for lunch and we were bombarded with high schooler's.  As we made our way through the crushing crowd we were about to pass double doors, and suddenly Luis came through those doors.  My heart seem to stop, but at the same moment it began to beat faster, we made eye contact, and his eyes widened in surprise. The light in the hallway seemed to brighten, the noise from the crowded hallway faded away, and so did everyone in the hall. I could hear my blood rushing in my veins, could hear myself inhale and exhale oxygen. I stopped dead in the hallway, and I felt his eyes burning into my back.  

I decided to keep walking, but something told me to turn around, and when I did, I found that he had his back to me with his head turned to me.  We made eye contact again, and it was the last time I ever saw him. In that split second, I felt like I could read his soul in his eyes. It was almost like he was trying to tell me something, with just a look, I thought I saw sadness, regret, and maybe something else, something I didn't get to see because I turned away again and kept on walking, I just kept walking.  I don't know what he saw in my eyes, perhaps they were a mirror of his, it doesn't matter, I could have stopped that day but I didn't I kept walking, not looking back, never looking back.