Dark Brown Eyes - Epilogue

The dirty, dusty corridor appeared in mid light. The air was dirty, crowded as people gathered around, walking together to their next class, their voices ringing high in the echo of the hallway. People crowded along lockers, gathering books, supplies and anything needed for their next class. They stood in groups, crowds all together and talking animatedly.

This was not a bother to me, except for the one person that I had tried to talk to; the one person who I had tried to make amends with was there. He was in his group, talking to his friends. A crowd of 5 or so guys stood around his locker, waiting for him to take out the books that he needed.

I stood, watching diagonally from the hallway, trying to hide against the open door of the locker beside me, trying to watch without making it seem very obvious. My eyes were glued to the group of guys that I wouldn't dare approach; they were all the biggest, strongest, popular guys in school and one that my tiny 5 ft frame would be afraid to see. Still, I stood my eyes glued to them as I spied upon them, for the only time of the ritual that I call my day.

It was so hard to suppress it, everywhere I saw him I just felt the urge to talk to him, explain, but nothing would appear from the vast space of my mouth. I wanted to explain, how I did want to explain but it could never be. I just ended up avoiding him during class, and watching from afar during school time.

The crowd diagonally left, leaving a laughing Jonah at the locker. I had tried, so many times to talk to him but he had always been with his friends. It had become a daily ritual for me, to observe him and want to talk to him, but still I felt so unsure, like I had lost all confidence and it just make me feel nervous and worried.

I waited a few minutes, and then with the slam of my open locker, I walked up to him slowly whilst still keeping my eyes open for anyone who may approach him. The last thing that I wanted was to be in the company of his friends.

Slowly, yet surely I reached him. The nervous beating of my heart swept up into my ears as I felt his steely gaze locked onto mine.

His appearance was still the same, meticulous and without a hair out of place. I couldn't imagine why he would change; he was to be very rarely disturbed by the surrounding around him.

The brown gaze of his eyes magnified intensely as I reached him. I looked up into his eyes, and smiled nervously, trying to ignore the way his eyes bore angrily down onto mine.

This was my chance, my only chance to do things right. It was the time of my redemption, for doing wrong and for pushing away all the people who loved me the most. He was one of them though, one of the people who cared about who I truly was, and didn't just see me as the sarcastic, bitchy loner who had been brought down a few pegs. That was how I saw myself, and I couldn't understand why anyone could see differently. I mean, why should I? What was the point, it wasn't understandable, it just couldn't be helped, and some things were just always left there in the past, a place where there would never be an answer. He was the only, one, he was the answer to me, and as I continued staring up into his unchanged gaze, I couldn't help feeling anything except how much I loved him.

Yet, I couldn't still image what was one his mind. Who could? Why were I there, standing in front of him, searching with a humbled, and longing cutting deep from my somber green eyes. How could you know, just from standing there, wondering, hoping and wanting to see? How could it be any different than it had been?

These thoughts punctured my brain, as I gazed at him. So many different things burned holes into my brain, yet I couldn't help it, I couldn't stop it. What was I to say? That I'm sorry? That I never meant for it to end that way? That I was afraid of everything that was to come to past? And I could never run away?

His eyes felt heavy on my heart, as I ignored the surroundings. I ignored everyone milling around, and the occasional stares of what it felt of people as they looked on to us. Probably wondering what we were doing there, silent, facing each other, nothing to talk about, just wondering what did we have in common? The two different people, what did we know or care? Why were we there?

Why was I there, to make amends? To make it up? Did it even matter and did I even really need to care? But I wanted to; this much was what I want. I just wanted to talk to him, to know that everything would be okay, that he would forgive me for all the bad that I had done.

Didn't he know how it all affected me, as I laid awake at night just thinking, of all the wrong that I had done, and how badly that I had wronged him. Did it make a difference or did it matter in the least, how bad I felt about it all, how guilty I felt about it all. Should it even matter at all how much I cared about him in my life, how much it was more than this in my life and how it just would never suffice. I was wrong, I was wrong in my life, this time in my life that I was just never right.

"Jonah" I began, my eyes gazing at him longingly.

His blank stare looked back at me, as I searched his face for a sign of any emotion. I was looking for any emotion at all, happiness, sadness, bitterness or even anger, just something to let me know how he felt.

"Chloe" My name was a dead weight on his lips.

"Jonah, I'm sorry" I began. "I didn't what I said about everything. I didn't mean it at all.

Jonah glared back at me, his dark brown eyes heating up with intensity. He had put a veil over what he was thinking, over what he was feeling; I could see nothing except the cold, stormy exterior which he presented.

"Please Jonah" I begged. "I didn't mean it at all."

I stared deep into his eyes, and let everything I was feeling overtake me. The events of the pass year flashed quickly through my mind, of everything that had happened. Of everything, him just being there for me, helping me and just understanding me, no one had understood me the way that he did. No one knew me just like he did, everything that he was and everything that I was sure that I was, that I felt flashed through my mind.

"I love you, Jonah".

His astonished gaze looked back at me. Gone was the stoic, cold exterior which he presented and instead was everything that I was feeling reflected back into those stormy eyes.

"I love you too, Chloe" He said and swooped down to kiss me.

AN: It's finished, finally. That was the last chapter. I hope you guys all like it.