Atrocity

"What?" He repeated. There was so much animosity in her eyes that he couldn't help feeling intimidated by her. Compared to five years ago, she had changed a lot, and didn't seem to smile much like she did back then.

The Aurora he knew was someone who smiled at everyone despite the odds. Whenever he disappointed her, she would smile and say she understood him. Now that smile was gone, all that was left was hatred for him and he knew he deserved it, but he didn't want to admit it. His ego was being bruised and he didn't want to admit his errors.

Why was he concerned about her after all these years? Could it be that he loved her back then and hadn't realized it sooner?

"Would you keep on sitting on the floor?" He asked, brushing off the aura she was giving him.

"It's none of your business, I will take care of myself." Looking away from him, she answered.