"Tell me something, XXXX. Why does it feel like every time we're together, you're avoiding my gaze?" Lex asked the woman beside him.
Even as he spoke, she was looking away, as if they hadn't been curled up together just moments ago.
"You're imagining things," she replied coldly.
"What do you mean by that?" Lex frowned. "I can see it clearly. For some reason, you keep avoiding my eyes."
Before she could respond, he gently pinched her chin and turned her face toward him.
"Can you look me in the eye and tell me you're not ignoring me, XXXX?"
The girl met his gaze.
Her eyes were as lifeless as ever.
Whenever he looked into them, they seemed cold, distant, completely unreadable. Yet the more time he spent with her, the more he realized it wasn't because she lacked emotions.
She was simply afraid to reveal them.
And when he looked past the walls she had built around herself, he could see it clearly.
Nervousness.
Fear.
