As she sat down on her desk and tried to study for her exam the next morning, her mind focused on anything but the book. The cracks on the wall, the dirty table cloth, himself and she, where they were
What were they going to be.
Himself would look at her across the street, and look away. She would wonder, if it was real or was it her imagination. Smelling him, while the pebbles in her pocket tugged her towards the ground. The stars in her eyes shone when she would look at him, wonder if he would notice the clean in her eye.
She had pushed himself away and he had left, she wondered if it was worth it. She wondered if himself gave her words, a second thought. While she confided in him about everything, himself was distant and almost ..cold. She wondered what to do, she snapped and swore, screamed and tried. She Smiled .. almost, everyday. Looking at himself while the cold clutched it’s fingers around her, and as himself glanced at her almost by mistake, almost.. saving her from the cold.