crowded thoughts

a moose scene

moose (bench scene)

     The chilly breeze of the night sends a shudder through Eleanor as she stands on the wooden balcony alone, her eyes staring out at the starry sky. Her mind is scattered as she tries to piece together her feelings, not knowing why or how she became this sad throughout the day. The sadness hit her suddenly before the party, and she hasn't been able to shake the silly feeling away since. Hearing the door open, she turns her head to look behind her. Macsen steps out onto the balcony, his hands hidden in the pockets of his camouflage jeans. He smiles kindly at her, and, in a way, she feels like he sensed her sadness.
     "Hey," She shortly mutters, her voice quiet in the wind. He comes up beside of her, the heat radiating off of his body. She takes a subtle step closer to him.
      "What are you doing out here?" He gently questions, resting his elbows up on the ledge. "I noticed you were missing from the party," he adds, sending her a glance. She shrugs her shoulders and lets out a breath.
      "I needed some air," she simply replies, not knowing if she should be honest with him. He stares at her for a second.
      "I was looking for you," he tells her, "you're the only person I actually want to be around when I go to things like this."
"Things like this? You mean parties?" She teases him and then looks down at her hands. She shakes her head. Why does she still feel...alone?
"Well," He lets out a quiet laugh, "I don't know if I'd call this a party. People aren't really seeming like they're having fun," He nudges her, causing her to look up at him. "What's wrong, El?"
"Nothing," she lies.
"I'm not gonna judge you for it. You can tell me," he smiles at her. She bites the inside of her cheek. Honestly? She wants to tell him. She really does. But for some reason, the words just can't come out.
"I don't know," she says, "I'm just feelings things right now, and I'm not sure why."
"Is that all?" He genuinely asks.
"No, but lets just keep it at that." He sends her a look, causing something to stir in her stomach. She watches as he slowly takes off his gray hoodie and holds it out for her.
"I understand. I feel things all the time, too. I wanna talk about it, even if it's the right person and I trust them, but I just can't," he tells her, still holding out his hoodie. After a second, Eleanor takes it from him. He nods his head. "I really do get it, El. I'm not gonna leave you by yourself, but I will leave you alone. I know you don't want to talk about it, but I'll be right here when you do." After he says that, he takes a short step away and then he moves back. She looks back down at her hands, especially the one holding his hoodie, and she grins. Putting it over her head, she lets out a sigh and closes her eyes, letting the silence engulf them.