She saw him in radiant shades, sharp edges and bright lights. He saw her as temporary, a second in an hour, small smiles, and different questions. They both knew it was fleeting, everything was.
Sorry? Sorry for what? You didn't do anything. This will never be your fault. I don't even know where to start. There is so much i want to say. But the more i look at you the more it hurts me. Your nervous and scared. You won't even keep eye contact for more than two seconds before you look away again. Your arms are folded into your stomach. Like your too scared to move or say anything else. I have destroyed you haven't I?