The sunlight seeping through the windows and lightly kissing her skin.
She closed her eyes and let herself drown in this warmth she's feeling. Her breathing, slow and steady as a small innocent smile made its way to her lips. As it completes, her lips falls down. Tears slowly flows through her cheeks.
She refuses to open her eyes. Afraid that there'll be more. She wished that every person in the room would go away. Afraid that they might pity her, that they'll judge her. Afraid that they'll misunderstand.
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You were quiet. Secretly mesmerized by the view. Mentally listing her every move. Mentally painting her features.
You saw how she smiled with those thin lips. How she let herself be carried away. Describing her perfect would be as if I'm so blinded. She's pretty.
As soon as your imaginary paint brush come across her cheeks, you see it shimmering. You haven't noticed at first, but now that you did you cursed underneath your breathe.
How did you not see. You always see her as this strong independent goddess, now you see her everything.
Her chest moves, far from normal, slight shivering, her moves uneasy and aware. You felt the urge to come closer. To inspect the painting. You had more than enough questions, but worry took most of you.
So you did.
