Heaving a sigh, I looked out the window. Raindrops travelled down to the bottom in hazardous patterns - unpredictable and slow. I absentmindedly stirred my coffee, taking a small sip.
"Hey, Rose?" Eleanor's flat voice rang through the room, and I choked violently, slamming down the mug on the table.
I'd been avoiding her for the past weeks. And just when I was falling into a schedule of avoidance, she caught me.
"Um, hi." I muttered, leaning back in the chair. Nodding my head back, I tried counting the tiles the ceiling - one, two, three, sixty - but it was useless.
"Hello? You in there?"
My head snapped forward and I couldn't help but wince as our eyes met.
Brilliant, shining blue eyes stared into my own green ones, and I couldn't look away. Not when she was watching me like that.
That was part of the reason I had ignored her.
She looked at me like she was seeing right through me, and by the lack of emotion in her steely gaze - she didn't care about what-happened-three-weeks-ago.
My gaze lowered to her soft lips, and I was bombarded by everything all at once.
The ghost of her lips lingering over mine - dark lights in a dark room on a dark night -passion; burning, searing passion - and pleasure. Oh, the pleasure.
A dark blush rose on my cheeks, and I stood up abruptly.
"Where are you going?" Her tone was amused - amused.
How could she be so flippant about this when I was so torn? And after everything that happened...
Nothing happened, my brain told me. Nothing.
"Nowhere." I spoke, voice trembling. "Absolutely nowhere."
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a/n: this is awful but oh well, here's rose.
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aria
Poetry♫ ❝those who dance are considered insane by those who cannot hear the music.❞ - george carlin [ © jude rigor two-thousand-&-thirteen ]
