Luka Modrić
Sometimes you should see yourself through someone else's eyes- I still couldn't forget the line. It is a familiar line to me. Uncouth, it became as if I never found out MYSELF in someone else.
We spent a nice vacation exploring many places. I was so happy watching those scenarios. I captured those wonders in my eyes. I could not imagine nature could be that beautiful. I was just fully pleased.
He said we were going to live in his farmhouse for his mother's specific reasons. I agreed with him, just because I wanted it, too. I left in the afternoon for sightseeing. When we were coming from the road beside the house, my eyes were drawn to a beautiful lake. I could not tell him to stop the car so that I could get off and run there, as we both were tired. After taking some rest, I went outside. I did not tell him cause I knew what he was going to tell me. But when I watched him taking some rest after having lunch, I did not bother him. I, eventually, did not ignore his reading my mouth. I felt like laughing that time, but did not. Anyway, I came upstairs and managed myself on the chair to take a better look in the mirror. It was my weekly facial session after a journey.
The night skin care was going as it may. After a rejuvenating bath, I sat here, wearing my night robe. I was searching for my hair oil, and I found it on the corner of the dressing table. After applying it, I was combing my hair to set it. I have to go to the salon to cut my hair short and get a spa treatment. While making my next week's routine on my head, I was, in a way, thinking that he was staring at me. It was all a blurred view without a focusing point. So, I moved my head to look at him when I found him making the bed for us. It was all good until I saw him light the candles. I put all my stuff in the boxes. When he left the room for a bit, I moved back and rotated my eyes all over the room. I was taking it as alright when I found no dim light on the wall. It was a backup option. But as soon as I moved aside, I thought I noticed some in the bed area. But I couldn't move and take a look, as he entered and locked the door. I kept setting the accessories even after they were all set. I did not know, I felt like something was fishy.
I witnessed many times that he was looking at me, noticing something. There was not a single thing coming out from me, or I was hiding from him. I told him many of those things that I wanted to hide. But all the time, even while eating dinner, while wearing my makeup or jewelry, even while combing my hair or trying to sleep. What were the things he was reading? Even though it would turn on me in another way, whenever I noticed it, too. At some other point, I took it as a hidden way, what comes directly into my vision. I am still putting it aside due to the presence of my ongoing tensions. So, I shut those things from my brain, as I decided to ask him about it later.
I saw him taking some steps and closing the distance. Until it, he was again looking at me while thinking about the reasons. What did he want to know? He stood behind me as I watched his reflection in the mirror. I was about to look up at him and ask the question. But he, forthwith, pulled me up and took me on his bosom. I was gasping for some air cause I was not ready for it. I was widely looking at him. "W-what?!" After finding some breath, I told him. "Nothing." He told me but without looking at me. I was still holding all my attention on him, looking widely. I did not move, did not even hold. I just rested my hands on his shoulders when I was about to fall. He was taking me to the bedroom area. Silently, closing the distance to the bed. I blinked an eye when I heard thunderstorms outside. It was raining heavily when I moved my head and looked at the windows. Then, I moved my head back and looked at him.
What did he actually want?