Her chest filled up in pain, a huge lump in her throat. She didn't want to look at him. She didn't want to see his devilish features. And his grey eyes she always seemed to get lost in. She didn't want to see the beautiful smirk that took up his lips each time he looked at her. She hated herself for it because he was supposed to mean nothing to her. But he did. And it hurt, knowing he viewed her as a little girl. Nothing more than something to do with his son.