Dark blue eyes opened and a man, no older than twenty, groaned tiredly as she moved to his right side to get away from the sun. A small smile crossed his lips when he saw a woman next to him, lying on her stomach. The sheets that covered her naked body had fell to her waist. He chuckled slightly as he reached for the sheets and pulled it up to her upper back, but as his hand brushes her skin the woman's eyes opens. They both stared into each other's eyes until the man sat up with his back facing her.
"Where are you going?" The woman whispered as she sat up from her bed and watched as the man put on his clothes.
"Home." He spoke with out feelings before leaving the woman's room. He didn't see the pain look on the woman's face nor the tears that threatened to fall when he had spoke to her coldly.
When it was clear he wasn't coming back the woman in bed quickly blinked her tears way and wrapped the sheets around her body before standing up. Every time they would sleep together the same thing would happen. She would wake up and he would leave or she would wake up in an empty bed. She would think she had learned her lesson the third time this happened and stay clear away from him, but every time she stared into those beautiful blue eyes that seemed to hypnotize anything that looked into them, she couldn't move or speak. She knew in her heart that she loved this man and wishes he would just say those words to her even if it was only once.
She moved to stand in front of the full-length mirror to look at her reflection. Her hair reached her mid back in waves while her eyes that wore the look of humiliation, sorrow and pain looked at her in anger. She quickly looked away when a tear fell to her cheek. She didn't want to see herself cry, it would just cause her more pain and anger, anger towards herself for being so stupid and pain for her broken heart. "Why do you let him get to you?" She whispered in an inaudible voice.
She wiped her tears and moved away from the mirror and towards the bathroom. She had to get ready for university, though she didn't see the point of doing it so early since she lived in a dorm. 'That's because you are helplessly in love with him.' Something deep inside of her spoke in a gentle voice, that it almost made her cry.
"I always fall for the wrong men." She spoke as if she was speaking to someone, while turning on the shower. She allows the sheets to fall to the floor before entering the shower. "Not any more."
Author's Note: Well, hello to you all!!! ^_^ I know I said no stories till I finish The Other Lover but I couldn't help it! This has been bothering me for a month now. I hope you like the beginning. Please review! And give me your best shot on which you think those two are!!!