Those large tear trembling blue eyes focused in a direction through the windowpane before them, but not to anything actual and tangible. Her eyes were fixed on a far away, inward vision impossible to fathom.
But some keys we find the locks to...and some eyes we may peer past, into the soul... Here, we see the pretty, pathetic scenes of her every turn of thought enacted...
Her world swims before her eyes as the unhappiness strengthens and begins to push tears from her eyes. Bewildered, afraid, lost, and distressed, she swivels her head slowly until she can discern the color and form of his shape breaking the frightening oceanic world before her. Her arms open and her head gently falls onto his warm, inviting shoulder, then her arms close tight about him as she clings to him to keep from drowning in the torrents of her fear and distress. He is her tangible buoy in the sea of tears.
And she cries and she cries as she has so longed to do...
Then she feels his face lean close and his lips touch her cheek and her tears, to brush her sadness away. The gentle kiss is repeated several times more, and she feels his warm breath on her ear as he whispers kind reassurances...
She stirs a little as he comforts her...
to stir with an even greater start as the mirror of wishes break.
Her head is leaning against a cold windowpane still. She pushes her hands against them to dry the tears of fear and distress which stole into her eyes as her mind wandered away. And she whispers to the trees and homes rushing by. I am immensely consoled by what I may have. The motions are all enacted through promise laced words and close hearts a-trembling. I�ve really got to get through all this by myself anyhow. Yet... I...I cannot help...I wish you were here...