He wanted to go to her, take her hand, ask her if she really didn't have feelings for him. He felt confused, frustrated, wanting to know if she shared the same feelings he had for her. He sat at his desk and looked over to hers, his mind going back to the night they spent together a week ago. Everything felt so right that night, but now things seemed twisted and wrong. He knew what he was getting involved in with her, but he never meant to fall in love with her. Now, as he watched her boyfriend walk over to her desk, he couldn't do anything but wonder if she really meant what she said when she said she was falling in love with him. He lowered his eyes back to his desk and tried to get back to his work, tedious, mind numbing work, but his mind was anything but numb.
He finishes file after file, making phone calls as needed, all the while, trying to decide what to do about this flame that was growing inside of his heart. He hears a commotion near her desk and watches her boyfriend gesculating wildly. He half stands and watches intently, noticing her eyes growing wet with tears as her boyfriend storms away. He wonders if he was the cause as he sits back down. His mind is torn, wanting to go over there and make sure she is okay, but he doesn't know if he should. What were they, he asks himself. They weren't dating, so he had to be careful on what his heart tries to make him say. His heart screams at him to go over there and take her in his arms, tell her that he loves her, but his mind knows that it would only confuse the situation even more.
His friend walks by and tells him that it's time for break, breaking him from his indecision. He gets up and walks by her desk, stealing a glance towards her cube and seeing her red eyes and tear streaked cheeks which tears at his heart. In the break-room, he pours a cup of coffee and stirs in his creamer. Taking a seat in the recliner by the window, he watches the rain spatter against the windowpane and the gray clouds cut through the sky. He doesn't even have to turn to know she was there, but he didn't know if he wanted to hear what she wanted to say. Would she say she loves him, would she say that she is staying where she is, he didn't know. He knew he cared for her so much that he would support either of her choices, swallowing jealousy and envy, binding his heart so it can't speak those words that would drive her away. He feels her light touch on his shoulder. . .
1 comment:
Awww, I really like this one. I could feel the same emotions that both of the characters felt.
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