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Those Eyes

Chapter Two


The song for this chapter is Summertime Sadness by Lana Del Rey.



I spent the next three days thinking solely about Nina, and I waited and hoped every day that she would text me. There was something about this girl that left me wanting more. I think it was the mystery behind her dark brown eyes.

‘Hey, it’s Nina. I’m free if you are.’

Finally she had texted me! I didn’t waste a second replying, I didn’t care if I seemed creepy, but I had to see her again.

‘I’m free, I’ll come to you.’

‘Cool. I’m staying at the Four Seasons. The Blue Suite, 8th floor.’

‘I’ll be there in 30.’

We were sitting on the couch in her suite, watching We Are the Millers.

“I love Jennifer Anniston.”

“Yeah she’s pretty funny.” I said, stuffing my face with popcorn.

“I hope I can work with her one day.”

“Yeah?” I asked, looking down at her. She was leaning against me with her feet propped up on the ottoman in front of us. She didn’t meet my gaze, she just continued to look at the television while she answered me.

“Yeah, she’s my acting idol. I want an acting career like hers. She still active in show business, but she doesn’t take herself to seriously.”

“Acting idol?” I questioned.

This time she met my gaze. “You picked up on that?” She asked, a slight frown pulling on her eyebrows.

“Yeah. What did you mean by that?”

“Well, I love acting and everything, but my heart belongs to singing. I was a singer before I ever started acting, but I was told I wasn’t good enough, so I tried acting, and it just worked.” She explained, but her sight had fallen from my eyes to something off in the distance.

“Sing for me.”

She looked back up at me with sheer horror across her delicate features. “What? No!”

“Why not? I think you’d be great.” I smiled at her, hoping that she’d give in. If her laugh sent chills through me, I knew her singing would too.

“Because, I just told you I’m not good enough.”

“Prove it.” I said smirking.

She huffed before agreeing. “Fine.”

She got up and walked over to the baby grand piano that was sitting on the opposite side of the room.

“You play?” I asked, incredulously.

“Yep. Since I was a little.”

The first few keys to Summertime Sadness by Lana Del Ray filled the living room of the suite, and her beautiful voice followed soon after.

“Kiss me hard before you go; summertime sadness….” Her eyes fluttered closed ask she sang, blocking out everything around her.

“I’ve got my red dress on tonight. Dancing in the dark in the pale moonlight. Done my hair up real big beauty queen style. High heels off, I’m feeling alive.”

I watched her in awe, the sound of her voice sent chills through my body. Her eyes were closed and I could see that she was feeling it. Feeling every word that left her mouth; feeling every key of the piano beneath her fingers. She looked like she was at home singing.

“I’ve got that summertime sadness.” She sang the last line of the song before removing her fingers from the keys and opening her eyes. She looked hurt and by the look on her face I could tell that she just poured her heart and soul into the song she just sang.

“Wow.”

“Nina, I think it’s time for your friend to go.” He publicist said, coming out from where ever she was hiding.

“She’s right, you better go.” She agreed, closing the piano and standing up.


I was back at my flat lying in bed thinking about the pain behind the words that Nina had sung to me. She was harboring this mystery that I couldn’t figure out. Had she been scorned by a past lover? I couldn’t imagine that being the case, she seemed to loving of a person for that to happen to her. I just wanted to know what was behind the eyes, why she was the way she is.

I was about to fall asleep when my phone buzzed.

‘Thank you for coming over. It was nice to get out of my own head for a while.’

“Anytime. What do you mean by get out of your own head?’

‘Nothing. Good night Harry.’


I didn’t bother responding, I knew she didn’t want one. But what did she mean my “It was nice to get out of my own head for a while.” It was maddening not knowing what was running through that mind of hers.


Notes

Chapter Two! Let me know what you think!

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Comments

@Ciao Niccie

You don't have any idea how much your feedback means to me. :) Thank you so much. It makes me happy to see that this story will stay with you. I could have been more descriptive, but I thought that it would take away from the rawness of the story. And I also wanted the readers imagination to flow with my own.

It's perfectly fine that you listened to Skyskraper, I', just happy that you listened to music at all, since it is a big part of the story.
awaywithwords awaywithwords
11/12/13
I earnestly implore you to heed my words in their literal and true form... I have never stumbled upon a story, regardless the length, that has moved and stirred such compassion for a character, both characters, like this one. When I read about people crying in their comments, I am skeptical at times, but today I did. It's bittersweet. And although it was dark, it had a different essence to it . . . I almost can't describe it. But this was beautiful and I truly felt like I captured what you were eager to express in this masterpiece. I hope more people recognize and praise you for this story. It deserves more votes than the repetitive scripts that linger on here... This story will haunt me, in a good way.

p.s. I cheated by listening to skyscraper on chapter 11, I was a mess.
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11/11/13
Chpater 1: This is a different way to start a story, but I feel the sad intro sets a good platform for the rest of the chapters, which I like. It's sobering. I like the glimpse of normal and cute conversation, but then I'm reminded of the beginning again... Okay on with the show....chap 2....
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11/11/13