In His Eyes Chap.1

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In His Eyes Chap.1

“I can’t do this anymore, Nick.” I said as I sat on the edge of the bed.

Nick’s eyes were teary as he looked at me with betrayed eyes, “What do you mean, Dimitri?”

I sighed and looked up to meet his hurt gaze. I shook my head and got up from the bed, stopped in front of him, and walked out of the room.

“What the fuck do you mean?!” He yelled as he followed me to the living room.

My suitcases were by the door already. Nick grabbed my arm and turned me around. His eyes were pleading for an answer, but I just shook my head. Tears ran down his eyes and his lower lip trembled. Nick’s fists balled as he took a couple of short breaths.

“You’re fucking someone else now?”

That made me scoff, “what are you talking about, Nick? I’m not fucking anyone.”

“Yea, not even me…” he mumbled under his breath as he tried to calm his breathing.

We stared at each other for a couple of minutes. Tears ran down his cheeks as my heart ached in my chest. I couldn’t do this anymore. I wasn’t the type of guy to walk out of a two year relationship without saying the reason, but I wasn’t about to put myself through that pain again.

“Tell me why you’re leaving me, Dimitri.”

I rubbed my temples as I sighed and turned towards the front door.

“Goodbye, Nick.” I bent down to grab my suitcase but was caught off guard as Nick wrapped his arms around my torso.

“Please don’t leave me, Dimitri… at least tell me why you’re doing this.” His voice was so low and hurt that made my heart ache double what it was already aching.

“Nick…” I tried to pull away from his arms but he wouldn’t budge. Nick tightened his hold on me. I could feel him crying into my back, his tears would leave wet patches on my shirt.

“Nick…”

“Please, Dimitri… I thought we were doing so good… I don’t understand…. please, help me understand what’s happening.”

I sighed and turned around in his arms. Nick buried his face in my chest. His arms tightened around me once again. Usually, I would hug him back and kiss the top of his head. This time was different. My arms were limp by my sides and all I wanted to do was get out of here.

“I know about your boss, Nick…” I whispered.

Nick gasped and looked up at me. His eyes went from surprised to angry and then to sad. He looked down but didn’t drop his arms from around me.

“I… I don’t know what you mean.”

I grabbed his arms and pulled them off from around me, “Nick, it’s useless to deny what’s been happening between you and your boss. I know everything… well enough to not want to continue this lie anymore.”

“We… we can work it out, Dimitri. You forgave me once, remember? Why can’t you do it again?” Nick looked frantic as he tried to change my mind.

I shook my head and let go of his wrists.

“There’s someone else, huh? What’s his name? Is it because of him that you can’t forgive me? Dimitri I love you, does he love you like I do?” Nick wrapped his arms around my neck and tried to kiss me.

When his lips touched mine, I felt nothing. I remember before when he would kiss me, I would feel as if I was floating. I loved kissing him, but now? Now, all I could think about was ‘how many times has he kissed him?’

I pushed him off of me and took a step back, “Nick, have some dignity and admit that you fucked up. I love you, and I don’t know when I’ll stop loving you. But now, I can’t even look at you without feeling the need to vomit.” I bent down and grabbed my suitcases and walked out of the apartment without looking back.

I had no place to go, but I couldn’t put up with that lie anymore. As I turned the car on, I dialed Damien’s number. He would be able to help me find something cheap while I got myself back on my feet.

“Hey, man, I called you but Nick-“

“I broke up with him.” I cut him off before he could continue.

“Damn… where are you at?”

“Outside the apartment complex…”

Damien said something to someone; I’m guessing it was Drake. I heard Drake say ‘oh no’ and then it sounded like Damien was fumbling with something.

“Stay there, bro. We’ll be over in ten minutes.” Damien clicked and I leaned back on my seat. He knew I was close to a breakdown and was already on his way. I thanked the heavens for giving me a brother like Damien.

An hour later, Damien and Drake were sitting in front of me in their kitchen. I was nursing a cup of tea as I tried to think of what to say to my brother.

‘Nick has been cheating on me with his fifty something year old boss,’ I really didn’t want to say that. Damien knew that I had caught Nick cheating one me a year ago, but I had taken him back even when Damien said that it was a mistake. We had a huge argument over this and stopped talking to each other for a long time. Eventually, Drake got tired of our stubbornness and told us off. Thanks to Drake, Damien and I made up.

Drake patted my arm and I looked up at him, “Tell us what happened, D’”

I looked at him and then glance at Damien, who nodded and gave me a small smile. With a sigh, I pour my self out to them. I told them everything I knew about Nick’s affair. The more I told them, the more I wanted to cry. Could I really be this stupid that I took him back once? I wiped my eyes as I told them how Nick had begged me to stay.

“I couldn’t keep up the lie anymore. Every time he would tell me that he needed to stay overtime, I felt sick to my stomach. Ever since I found out, I couldn’t touch Nick. It made me sick to think of him and his boss….”

Drake rubbed my arm as he wiped his eyes, “great, I made you cry.”

Damien scoffed. "Yeah, you and those St. Jude commercials make Drake cry," he joked, "Oh, and those Hallmark commercials; and that Sarah McLachlan ad with the sad dogs."

Drake slapped Damien on the arm. The three of us laughed really hard and it lightened the mood.

“Ah… so what are you going to do?” Damien took a swing from his beer.

I shrugged, “I need to find a place to live. When I moved in with Nick, I gave up my apartment, and I doubt that the landlord wants to give it back.”

“Well, you can stay here while you look for an apartment,” Drake smiled at me and I smiled back.

“Only for a while, if you know what I mean,” Damien winked at me and Drake slapped his arm again.

“You damn horn-dog,” we laughed again as Drake’s cheeks turned crimson.

I was thankful that I wasn’t going through this all on my own.

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“Hey, Chris, pass me the dark clay.”

Chris handed me the clay and I got to work. I own a pottery studio, where Chris and I teach people how to make mugs, bowls, vases, and sometimes even picture frames. From raw clay to finished product, I follow the steps that have been established over the centuries. In my studio, we don’t use the shortcuts many potters use to get the work done faster. I believe that if you want to make something special, then you have to give it the time necessary to become special. Usually, I play with the clay before actually making something. I like the feel of it under my hands. To be able to mold it and make it into anything you want is something I find fascinating.

Making pottery helps me relax and I find myself entertained for hours on end with one single piece of clay.

“So, what happened to you? It’s been a week and you’ve been working overtime.” Chris raised a brow as he leaned back on his seat and stared at me.

“I own this place, Chris.” I say without looking up at him. I place the clay on the potter’s wheel that my mentor gave me and started coiling the clay. Every few minutes, I’d wet my hands on the bucket that sat next to me. The clay needs to be kept wet while on the potter’s wheel, or else it’ll harden quickly.

“Yea, yea, I know… so have you found a place to live?”

I glanced at him and sighed, “He’s been calling you, hasn’t he?”

Chris scratched the back of his head and chuckled nervously.

“Not yet, but I’m still looking. I don’t want to make my stay at Damien’s any longer than it should be.”

Chris rubbed his chin and I rolled my eyes, “Spit it out, will you? Or else I’m going to throw this clay at your face.”

“Well a friend of mine is looking for someone to move in with him. It’s a house, not an apartment. The place is fucking amazing and the rent is cheap.”

I raised a brow.

“Don’t look all suspicious, man; Micah is a really nice guy. Will you meet him? He’s a great guy and even though he can afford the rent on his own, it’s just…. it’d be easier for him to have someone around.” Chris said as he looked at me.

I stopped the wheel and turned my attention on him, “I don’t know, Chris.”

“Did I mention that is close to the studio? Come on, the house is really big and Micah is one of my closest friends.”

“How come I haven’t met him?”

Chris rolled his eyes and crossed his arms over his chest, “Must I introduce all my friends to you?”

I chuckled and when back to the clay, “I’ll keep looking for something. Thanks Chris.”

Chris threw his hands up in the air and placed his foot on the wheel so it would stop.

“Just take the time to meet him, in person, Dimitri. You’ve got a week to make up your mind before his current roommate moves out.”

“Why’s the roommate moving out?”

“Getting married…”

I nodded, “wait, a week?!” I stared incredulously at him.

“Come oooon…” Chris shook me by the shoulders; almost pulling me on top of the clay.

“Ok, ok! Sheesh, you’re going to ruin a perfect piece of clay,” I mumbled as I tried to fix the coiling I had done to the clay before Chris had started being an idiot.

Chris fist pumped the air, “Do you have time tonight?”

“I’m working overtime,” I said without looking up at him. I had promised Damien a dark blue vase for his mom by the weekend, and I wanted to take my time.

“No, you’re not. You’re going to meet Micah tonight.”

I rolled my eyes again as I pondered why I had hired Chris as my assistant, “Says who?”

“Nick called an hour before you came into work. He’ll be stopping by to talk to you once I head home. That gives you,” he looked at the clock on the wall, “thirty minutes.”

“You’ve got to be fucking kidding me,” I mumbled as I stopped the wheel, placed a cover over the clay that would keep it moistened, and practically ran to the locker room to change into my street clothes.

Fifteen minutes later, Chris was opening the door to a café I didn’t know of and ushering me inside. The place was dim lit, but it smelled amazing. Fresh coffee and a hint of vanilla and cinnamon filled the air. Chris pointed to a table by the far window and I followed. Once we sat down, a waiter came to our table and got our drink orders.

“You still drinking hot chocolate?” Chris mocked me.

“Shut up before I fire your ass,” I said with a hint of playfulness.

The waiter came back with our drinks and a plate with sugar cookies. This might just be my new favorite spot; I thought to myself as I sipped my hot chocolate and fought the urge to moan. It was delicious.

“So, how do I know that this ‘Micah’ isn’t a serial killer or some creep who likes rooming with hot men so he can dispose of them?”

Chris laughed at that, “Well for one because his current roommate is getting married, as I told you before. And two, I’m sorry honey, but you’re not that hot so don’t flatter yourself.”

I shook my head as I laughed, “Sometimes I forget that I’m dealing with a straight guy when you talk like that.”

Chris threw me a cookie and ‘hmph’d. He can be a child sometimes.

“So he’s not a creep?”

Chris shook his head, “Micah thinks that you’re a creep, though.” He saw the look on my face so he continued, “because I’ve told you all about him and you still want to meet him.”

I was about to say something when Chris got up from the table.

“He’s here!” He sounded so excited that it made me turn, but Chris was blocking my view from the mysterious guy.

“Hey, Dimitri, this is the famous Micah.”

I stared at Micah as they sat down. I knew it was rude but I was stunned. Micah was the most gorgeous man I had ever seen. He was about an inch shorter than me, had rather pale skin, dark blonde hair cut short and spiky at the top and his body was a mixture between surfer and skater. He had muscle but it wasn’t over the top. Micah’s most stunning feature, however, were his eyes. They were the deepest and darkest blue I had ever seen. They looked almost black, and were deeply expressive.

That’s when I noticed it. His eyes had a fine coat of white over them. It could be seen if you stared into his eyes, but at a distance I’m sure you couldn’t tell.

Wait… does this mean…

Before I could stop myself, I said rather loudly, “You’re blind?”