Him & Her

x. Her

I can feel his presence,

His eyes on my back,

As I continue to stare at the shelf in front of me,

Continue to do nothing.

I just stand there awkwardly,

An emotional mess,

A mute damsel in distress,

As I try my best not to let the tears out.

I wish I had the courage.

I wish I had the confidence.

It'd all be so easy, if I did.

It'd all be so different.

I should leave.

I should just leave.

I've been coming here all this time,

Hoping he'll notice.

And when he does,

I turn away.

I shrink.

No, really,

What's the point anymore?

It's too late now to set things right.

But he's still there,

As if waiting.

As if daring me to look him in the eye,

To say something.

I feel weak, worthless.

Powerless.

Even more so in his presence.

It's like his presence is mocking at me.

Challenging me.

Laughing. Sneering. Suffocating me.

I realize what a fool I must look like.

Simply standing there, turned away, doing nothing.

What an obnoxious fool.

A snob. A mute snob.

And so with trembling hands,

And on my trembling toes,

I reach up towards a book,

A random book,

Something to busy myself with.

A distraction.

For who? Me? Him? It's unclear.

But I guess it doesn't matter anymore,

Because suddenly, the room feels even more silent.

Silent. Empty. Devoid of his presence.

I can hear his retreating footsteps,

And I flinch.

It's over.

He's gone.

This is what we'll be now.

A dead end...

-THUMP!