103 Miss (1/2)

She flinched when she felt his skin against her's. But it wasn't his lips, and it wasn't against her lips either. It was his finger against her eyelid.

”Y-your e-eyes,” Antonin stuttered, pushing Regan away with his trembling hands.

Regan stared at his red face blankly, still trying to comprehend what had happened. ”W-What?”

Antonin covered his face, ”I l-like your eyes. T-they're pretty.”

Regan slid back into a position directly facing him. ”You like my eyes?” she cocked her head.

Antonin nodded quickly, unable to look at her.

Regan chuckled, ”what happened to the splash of confidence you had a moment again?”

Ryder rolled his eyes, ”Gone apparently, and just when we had touchdown too.”

”Oh shut up,” Antonin retorted through a flushed face.

”Don't and pretend you didn't wa-”

”I said shut up,” Antonin growled.

Ryder didn't reply.

Regan gave a short chuckle, then turned to the little drop of whipped cream on her table. 'What in the world was that?' she pondered, scooting back to behind the table and leaning against the couch behind her. 'What the fuck was that?' she thought again, touching her lips slightly. 'I've lost my mind.'

It was hilarious. So pathetic and stunning that it was hilarious. The fact that she gave in for that one second was hilarious, so funny that it scared her. One minute she's depressed, the next she's spilling things about her, the next she's about to kiss someone. It felt like a domino effect that she didn't want to go through.

'Haha… how much more pathetic can I get?' Regan chuckled. She hated herself for this and she hated herself more because she knew why she almost wanted to go through with the way things were going earlier. 'I'm fucking stupid,' she grinned, 'why did I have to know? Why couldn't I feign ignorance? Why couldn't I just ignore it…? Why- No… that's not the question to ask...' She wanted to not know. Wanted to pretend she didn't know anything around her. 'Why do I not want to know?'

She didn't want to be able to read through some people, didn't want to know that she couldn't read through others and she certainly didn't want to read through herself, because when she knew she would want to do something about it. Ignorance was a skill and knowledge was a level in life. She wished she hadn't passed that level.

And personality-wise? It felt like a completely different person. Not Ryder, not Antonin, it felt like Antonin and Ryder mixed into one frightening monstrosity. It was terrifying.

With a curious eye, she turned to Antonin. She wanted to see more, she wanted to know more.

”What was that?” She muttered, turning away from Antonin.

”Hm?” Antonin's head turned to her's, his flushed face finally settling to its usual shade, ”did you say something.”

”I said,” Regan locked eyes with him, ”what was that?”

”Ah…” Antonin nervously looked away.

Regan was more intrigued. ”Not gonna tell me?”

Antonin's thick lips pressed against each other tightly, like he had applied some adhesive glue to them and smacked them against each other. He wasn't uttering a sound.

”Hm? What's this? Antonin and grow shyer?” Regan teased, inching over to Antonin and turning his face over to her's. She held it squarely in her hands, ”why so quiet? Is it like a big secret? Some superpower?” she chuckled, playfully shaking his head, ”are you, Superman?”

Antonin turned to her, his eyes glowing in defiance. ”Do you do this with everyone? Grab them as you wish?”

Regan trembled, 'There it was again… that look.' She pushed away her thoughts and smirked, ”Didn't you do the same earlier. We're both guilty aren't we?”

”Hmm,” Antonin nodded, ”agreeable.”

He pushed Regan away and avoided her eyes. ”Fusion.”

”What?” Regan's eyebrow furrowed, ”fusion?”