For some strange reason, I couldn’t stop all these weird feelings of anger from coming out.’

I’m lost in my confusion as I walk and bump into someone, hard. I fall back to the floor. “Hey watch where you’re-” Mid sentence I realize my contacts have fallen off my eyes and onto the floor. I put my hands out and feel the floor, frantically searching for them.

“Excuse me?!” I hear a familiar and angry voice from the person who just pushed me. Shit.

She’s standing up now and I feel her tower over me as my back is turned to her. I’m still on my knees looking for my contacts. ‘Damn my fart-sightedness.’ I hated people seeing me without my contacts, it made me feel naked and…

“Look, I don’t know why you’re acting all bitchy again, when a while ago you were just fine, but don’t take it out on me!” Her voice dripping with venom and she does the worst thing possible.

She grabs my shoulders and turns me around, forcing me to face her… our eyes meet.

Stares in confusion at the strange change in my eye colour and she looks so lost. My hearts thumping hard and I would be surprised if she doesn’t it hear it. I don’t really know why, but her stare is causing my skin to crawl. And to add to the moment, her eyes grow wide in shock…it was the one thing I wanted to avoid…realization.

Her lips move but no sound comes out from it. She just stares at me now, her eyes going frantic as she scans my body. Then her eyes look like they’re sick of my body then move everywhere but. We lock eyes again and I see fear.

She’s slowly moving back now. I’m frozen; I can’t bring myself to move my body.

Suddenly, she just turns around and runs and she’s out the door before I could even say her name. I can feel everyone’s eyes on where she was and without thinking, I follow her.

I get out to the parking lot in time to see her car zoom past me. I quickly get into mine. The only thought running into my head ‘She knows.’

I get it now; I know what those feelings were. Regret. I wanted her to know, and this was the last chance she’d ever have to find out. But what do I do now that she does know? All I know is that I have to talk to her. I have to confront her. I have to confront my past.