•luke•
She had her head on the desk so she was looking to the right of her. Her eyes were drawing forgettable patterns on the floor ; it's almost like they were fluttering off like dandelion petals in the fresh spring air. The top of her hair rested on the polished wooden table, with the bottom of it hanging of the edge, quivering like it was going to fall.
Her eyes gently shut for a few seconds. All the mysterious thoughts levitating in her head clouded her mind. Her eye lashes gracefully brushed her cheeks as her eyes were shut.
When she reopened her eyes, they were filling up with water. Her cheeks were red and her mouth was sad. One single tear ran out of her left eye, it made a trail across her nose and perched itself on the table beneath her. Her hand removed any evidence of the tear as her eyes started darting around the room until they met mine.
