Tyler

Tyler. He was your enemy, and the feeling was mutual. Your interactions were forced by your parents, who wanted you to marry each other. When they thought you were hanging out and chatting, you'd smile tensely and say nasty things to each other.

"Can you tell your father that I don't want to see your face?" you said, grimacing.

"Do you think I want to see you looking at me with such arrogance?" he snapped.

“I’m only like this with you,” you snorted.

You were talking to a coworker when someone told you that Tyler wanted you to come into his office. You smiled; you'd successfully rummaged through his office, scattering and mixing up the documents he'd spent days sorting. You wanted to see his reaction.

As soon as you entered the office, without even having time to say hello, Tyler tossed a folder of jumbled documents at your feet. The sheets scattered across the floor. You didn't even show it—a satisfied smile was on your face.

“They say that beautiful girls are just bitches,” he said angrily.

"Ha, so you do admit that I'm beautiful?" you smiled.

But the smile disappeared when you saw your favorite limited edition lipstick in his hands.

• You brought me to this.

He broke it before your eyes and threw it on the floor. The pieces shattered. Moving closer, instead of picking up the remains, you slapped him.

"I'm leaving. Think about what to tell your father in an hour."

You were beside yourself with rage. As you left the group, you barely noticed the road. Looking up, you saw a car speeding straight at you—you'd crossed the street at a red light. At the last moment, Tyler rushed toward you, pulled you close, and you fell to the pavement together.
You come to in his house. Tyler is sitting on the edge of the bed, leaning toward you, tensely clutching the sheets. He's wearing the glasses he wears at home.
You see him wearing glasses for the first time. And God... how beautiful it is.

Your hand slowly touches his face.

— This is the first time I’ve seen a man who looks so good in glasses.

Tyler frowns sharply.

— Are you completely crazy?! You almost died, what glasses are you talking about now!