She would not meet his gaze. She hung her head and blankly gazed out the window as she half heartedly attended to his uncomfortable attempts at discussing the ordinary which both cared nothing for.
He noticed her distraction and bent his gaze forward in an attempt to catch her eye. He knit his brows ever so slightly and inquired as to whether she was alright.
She snapped to attention and uplifted her face to his, and fixed her eyes in a blank gaze which shot straight through him. She smiled weakly and mock cheerfully replied that her mood was well, she was only occupied in pressing matters she should be taking care of.
She quickly and uncomfortably took her leave, and glided out of the room with a speed which amazed her. Once out of the room, she broke into a run for her own where she promptly shut and locked the door behind her.
She pushed her back against the door and slid down it into a sitting position with her knees drawn to her chest, like an overused cliche.
She rested her forehead in her hand and began to tremble violently. Tears arose to her eyes as she shook her head at her invisible opponent.
It wasn't that she was confused, no, she knew her own feelings far too well, although she tried to deny them. What she knew of her own, and what she dared not guess of his, was what troubled her.
She raised her restless eyes from the floor, wiped away her quick, hot tears, and cast those fiery demons rested in her face about the cold, dank room.
Thoughts and dreams and wishes and fears flew through her mind, any one alighting scarcely a moment before it moved on to make room for another. She stood at the balcony in the crossroads of her mind and studied these flights of fancy, reeling incredulously.
She questioned when she had come to this, she questioned her sanity, and every now and again, her mind's eye perched on him and tried to make an inquiry into his feelings, but she dared not attempt to interpret them. Heaven forbid she misinterpret and then do or say something dreadfully rash.
She could only await as he untangled himself and then bring to her his findings. She had never been patient, and when awaiting such tidings and reports, she could hardly contain herself.
But wait she must, and wait she would.
And as she waited, she spun herself a dark cloak to wear. A cloak to conceal her own feelings, for she could feel her normal mask breaking. She was too afraid to open her feelings to him. She did not trust her feelings, she did not trust her own words, she did not trust herself. She felt she had everything to lose, and she could not risk the loss.
This heavy cloak to drape across the countenance of her soul, would keep her safe
Would dry the tears surely awaiting her...
And all would fall across her, undisclosed to any other soul, unless anyone could or dared to wrest the cloak in two...