An Eye for a Lover

"Hello." 

That was his first word, the one word that took her away from me. I couldn't bear to see the piercing eyes, lit up like embers, underneath the stainless, pristine white mask that hid his face. As quickly as he appeared, she left me for him. I thought she loved me. Of course, lies always came from her...

She has a twin. And that twin loves to hang around me and my step-brother. It sickens me to see her...the twin reminds me so much of my lover. 

But my lover prefers men with both eyes, I suppose. 

Just recently, I saw them hugging, near kissing. I couldn't bear seeing it. So I left the room. My mind constantly reverts to that scene. Whenever my eye closes, it is like someone stamped the image on the inside of my eyelid. It wasn't me. Unless she really doesn't like my eyepatch, or my jet, or me in general. We were so close. It took nearly forever to gain that..."close-ness". Then, in one swift move, it was all stolen from me. 

I never see her smile the same way. She never looks at me the same way. Each time I'm around her, my gut wrenches into several, tightly tied knots. 

I never thought that the blissful moments we shared would end so quickly.