I thought I would try another Red Eye story. It's really short, but I think I get my point across.

Disclaimer: I do not own Red Eye

When we first met you were polite and kind, but distant. Of course I already knew that about you, but I thought you might recognize me. I guess I knew better, but a part of me hoped, no that's not the right word.

Those two months showed me a side of you that no one sees, but then again everyone sees it. You became predictable and a little boring. Just one thing I had to know. How did you get this way? How did such a beautiful person become so cold and almost bitter like?

You were a job-nothing more. That's what I say to myself. I find myself thinking of you and wondering if you think of me. I tell myself it's only of revenge when I see your green eyes. I remind myself that I don't have feelings like this, that its hatred that warms me when I think of you, not anything else. Hatred for what you did to me.

That was an extreme shock. I had no such idea that you had such cruelty and courage. I wanted to kill you when you stabbed me with that damn ugly pen. I wanted to kill you and then kiss your tear stained face goodbye.

It's better than you deserve. You lied to me when I had only been honest. I told you my intentions, but that wasn't good enough. You had to get it your way, you had to disobey me. You had to betray me.

Two months and I thought I knew everything about you, but in the end I really knew nothing. I dream of you and one day Lisa I will come to find you. For revenge I will come or maybe for the long forgotten emotion that warms me when I think of you.