"You know, he was trying to not let his anger get the best of him" Gwen said. She was the last person I thought would walk up to me for a conversation that night.
"So... Why does Mr leather Jacket hate him so much?" I asked. She rolled her eyes when she heard me call Ken leather jacket and then let out a loud laugh, If she was drinking, she would have spilled it on me.
"Hate is a strong word, It's just boys doing their boys thing" She said. Her looks didn't match her energy, I thought she'd be strict and angry all the time.
"Can I touch your hair?" I asked. My eye's been on those dreadlocks since she initiated a conversation with me, It was amazing how thick and long the locs were.
"Hmm, I dunno. That's a weird thing to say" she smiled halfheartedly while touching her hair. I let out a cringe laugh knowing how socially awkward I was, I couldn't even keep a friend from school.
"You have An idea of where he could be?" I asked
"Who? Atlas?" She said. I let out a low "ohh" from my mouth. I never thought the day would come where I'd finally know his name.
"He's probably at the place he wants to be right now, you know his eyes becomes blue when he dead angry." She said. I didn't know how to feel about that information because whenever he came to me, he was always wearing those damned blue eyes, Little wonder how he almost never laughed when he was with me.
I left the basement with Gwen later that night, she was a sweet wretched soul aspiring to become a musician, she blurted out how she wished she was ordinary because being a wretched soul has somehow disruspted her peaceful life, trying to deal with all the power inside of her when she felt belittled or angry. Her parents were aware she was a wretched soul, they too are wretched souls but why I was the only wretched soul in my family was a mystery yet to unravel.
I stumbled on a blue eyed Atlas sitting in front of my apartment, It kinda made me angry seeing that he still had those blue eyes, my love for those blue eyes came to an end when Gwen told me he only got them when he's angry.
"Atlas" I said with widened eyes. He didn't look surprised that I called him by his name and not Ocean eyes. He stood up from the floor where he was sitted and stood so close to me, hands in his pockets, I could feel his breath on my skin.
"Ocean Eyes turned out to be a Greek god" I whispered to his ears, he laughed.I found the keys to my apartment inside my bag and opened the door so we could both go in. The house was messy but I cared less, he'd seen me naked twice, why should my messy house make me feel embarrassed.
Atlas starts picking up everything on the floor, I saw how much he wanted to get the anger out of him so I let him. He went as far as preparing us eggs and noodles for breakfast and still the blue eyes wouldn't go. It was uncomfortable watching him with the blue eyes that signifies his anger, Eyes I once loved.
"I feel pretty sad that you only came to me when you had those blue eyes, even worse that you don't like them and I did" I said after dinner, playing with the Cutleries in the kitchen sink. Atlas continue wiping the dishes with a clean towel.
"So... You only came to me when you were so angry? " he stopped cleaning the dishes, he struggled to turn his words into sentences, he looked a bit pathetic.
"It wasn't just because I was angry, but whenever you summoned me, they'd turned to blue. I hate me with a blue eyes" he said as he resumed cleaning the dishes.
"Why?" I asked.
"Because they don't belong to me" He said. I didn't want to have the conversation about his eyes with him that night. It just didn't feel right asking him about it, not when he still had them on.
"Why are we called the wretched souls?" I asked, quickly changing the topic.
"Doesn't wretched kinda mean wicked? You and Gwen don't strike up as wicked to me" I smiled, he laughed. We were done with the dishes. I grabbed two coke from the freezer, handed one to him as we continued our chat in the kitchen.
"It's probably because our means to achieving our goals involves doing anything, including killing ordinary humans" He wore a sad look, he would run his hands through his hair at intervals.
"Seems like you hate being a wretched soul" I said while staring at him, trying to get the answer from his face. He looked a bit distant, like a person who was totally uninterested in life.
"We weren't given a choice aight?!" He walked out of the kitchen holding the coke in his hand. He had a soft landing on the couch in my living room, the thing about Atlas was that he gracefully did things. He could be drinking water and people would stare at him in awe with mouth opened, he carried such grace, like he was flawless.
"What can I do to get to see your brown eyes?" I must have been crazy, I so badly wanted to make him happy that if he had asked me to dance, I would have swayed my hips like some Caribbean dancer without much thinking.
"I thought you liked the blue eyes?" He asked.
"That was when I didn't know they represented your anger, that all those times you came to me, you were feeling so damned pissed" I said. He was trying to avoid my eyes but somehow I got my eyes locked in his.
"Can I sleep here tonight?" Atlas asked laying his head on my shoulders. He behaved a bit too carefree that night, he trusted me that night.