She walked over to him, and then She spoke to him.
She approached him in a way He hadn't seen in a long time, it was the way sinners walked to confess.
It was in the way she spoke, and the way she walked.
Then she stayed and waited, almost like she was expecting someone to care.
Or someone to notice.
She waited for someone to realize, that she was broken inside, and not just broken, destroyed.
"Are you ok?" He asked.
He noticed, and his voice was sincere.
On the inside She collapsed, her plastered face of joy practiced in front of the mirror day after day fell, and for a moment, He saw her. Not what everyone else saw, but what was really raging on inside of her, all the turmoil and all of the battles of emotions held back by years of practice. She was on the verge of tears. The way He asked simply collapsed the walls of protection built after the utter destruction of her heart.
He truly saw her
"No" She whispered, He barely heard her, over her choking back her tears.
She had to get out of there.
She felt every single emotion that had been suppressed burst through those walls at once.
She was scared.
Scared that He saw too much.
