The Lake-III

Rose’s eyes were as clear as the still water without a ripple. Her composure was perfect, her smile that she hold was somewhat cold and pretentious. She didn’t look at him with love as she always does, instead looking at him down as if she was looking at someone she hated deeply in her heart, someone who had ruined her life, someone who had haunted her.

Dominic wasn’t used to such a gaze and even though she had uttered words that cut his heart into pieces before, it wasn’t as foreign as the gaze she had right now.

“I don’t know you?” Dominic questioned her back with a faint scoff. “I know you better than anyone. I know how much you love your family, I know how you love to eat strawberries even though you always make sure I will also eat them because you thought I liked them as much as you do. I also know how many times you brush your hair in the morning, because you hated how it would turn frizzy from the wind. I know how you always hug your blanket to sleep. I also know how you hat