Looking like a high I wanna be on
09-15-2013, 09:30 PM
He could feel the slight movement she made as her head found its way from his shoulders and she would give him a slight shrug and answer to his question. "We all need someone to lean on sometimes." He didn't know if he believed her or not, he just didn't have enough experience with kindness to tell her motives. Did she really find herself caring enough to offer him her shoulder, or did she hide some odd ploy behind those innocent words? He just could not know, and not knowing how to express his confusion he would do his best to keep himself neutral about the situation. He wanted to feel grateful and to accept her comfort openly and freely but he felt so held back by his paranoid fear. He would let himself steal a glance at her face, his pale lavender gaze meeting her own liquid stare. He didn't know what he expected to see, maybe a cruel twisted grin as she towered over his broken form? No, that was the last thing he was given. There was almost a sense of comradory in her face, like she had experienced a pain similar to his own, she knew the confusion he felt. There was no malice in her voice, or in her eyes. He could feel some weight lifted from his heavy shoulders as their eyes held contact. Thank... You. They were the most sincere words to fall from his lips. Speech, |