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Resen gazed to the front of the cafe. His hand tucked neatly over his face, allowed a small slit between his fingers by which he could see her. Fourth table, third chair clock-wise starting north, beside the window. For the past fifteen days, she had sat in that same spot and ordered a latte with a double-shot of espresso.
He had been the cashier to get her order three times, including today, which was when he noticed she had green eyes. bright and childly, like the color of meadow grass. He wondered idly if her personality was anything like that, if she made jokes about off-topic things.
My hand clutched gently, but tightly in his, we walked down the sidewalk. Neither of us knew where we were going.
Was it okay? Was it really okay for us to be going on like this? For us to always bicker at one another?
My wispy puff of breath was visible in the wintry air. I turned to look at him. His eyes gazed foward into the fog and I realized I didn't even know what he was thinking. I never knew what he was thinking. We were like two strangers.
A pair of icy blue eyes caught mine and put all of my thoughts into a flourish for a moment. That always happened when he glanced at me, but it didn't set me from my mind's wandering.
How could he be walking so doubtlessly? It annoyed me. Wasn't he pondering the same thoughts as I? Was he worried? Did he even care?
And yet, we continued to tramp over the snow-covered sidewalk. Neither of us knew where we were going.
My hands were uncovered in his gloved ones. They began to numb.
I hated the silences. I hated not hearing him. I hated not knowing. Why wouldn't he just say something? Couldn't he tell how afraid I was? There was a helpless feeling churning in my stomach. I couldn't do anything. I couldn't do anything at all. We were falling through, and I was defenseless.
I knew what would come at the end. I knew that once we ended our stroll, it would be over...
And still, we were constant in our aisle to dissolution. The soft slush of his boots in the snow and mine, a harder unsteady sound, audibly filled the secrecy between us.
My eyes began to cloud, and instinctively, I titled my head away from him, concealing my emotions. I dispised myself for never showing how I felt, but I knew that was how I kept myself from being hurt. It was the way I'd kept on for all my life
Resen gazed to the front of the cafe. His hand tucked neatly over his face, allowed a small slit between his fingers by which he could see her. Fourth table, third chair clock-wise starting north, beside the window. For the past fifteen days, she had sat in that same spot and ordered a latte with a double-shot of espresso.
He had been the cashier to get her order three times, including today, which was when he noticed she had green eyes. bright and childly, like the color of meadow grass. He wondered idly if her personality was anything like that, if she made jokes about off-topic things.
He would follow her today, just to look at where she lived. He guessed it was one of those white-picket fence neighborhoods with children constantly in the streets on their bikes.
The manager passed by, telling him to stop trifling and get to work. Resen was frustrated and anxious to get off. She
 talo palo · Mon Feb 19, 2007 @ 03:21am · 0 Comments |
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