She was never really jealous. On the contrary, she liked that others spoke to him, that they seemed to like him. She liked the idea of his light and his kindness reaching many: why be so possessive of these treasures, when the whole world could benefit from them?
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true gentleman.
Kneeling down, he picked upThe lady’s napkin off the ground -Proof that he is kindAnd a true gentleman.
reasoning.
Even though he was there, in the room, and even though she would have loved a conversation with him, still she did not go up to him. Instead, she found some other people with whom to speak. But she said very little, and probably heard even less, so distracted was she. Every few moments herContinue reading “reasoning.”
{unexpected appearance}
“What are you doing here?” “I’m sorry, I just – I just missed you.” He showed her in, a mixture of confusion and concern on his face. “Take a seat here, if you like,” he said calmly. She nodded and obediently sat in the chair, and would not meet his eyes. “Would you like aContinue reading “{unexpected appearance}”
{exchange}
As she rounds the corner at the bottom of the stairs, she spots him a few metres ahead, in a discussion with one, or two, or maybe even three persons (for she failed to notice them properly, as if her field of vision had narrowed down to just him). She approaches them quietly, though notContinue reading “{exchange}”
telepathy.
It scared her how sometimes she seemed to go right into his mind and know some of its contents. Or perhaps it was the reverse that happened: his mind travelled the distance and lodged itself into her being. For instance, she sensed that she knew how he felt about certain people: who he liked, disliked,Continue reading “telepathy.”
details.
It seemed the more she loved, the less loving she acted, for who could guess the extent of her feelings when she kept her distance and looked almost disinterested? Those who watched her actions at a surface level might notice that she did not take every opportunity to speak to him, that she remained alwaysContinue reading “details.”
power.
In the most hidden corners of my heart you are nestled, quite safely, but oh-so secretly. It is so sad not being able to express these feelings with all the passion they bring forth. They must be quietened down, folded, battered until shrunk to a size so insignificant as to evade the risk of everContinue reading “power.”
voice.
Her ears tuned into a conversation between three people outside the room, the door of which had been left slightly ajar, as if for the sole purpose of listening in just as she was now doing. Of those three voices, two were female, and she cared little for them. It was the third voice whichContinue reading “voice.”
on missing.
Her emotions took control of her, once again. They were too overwhelming to be quietened down, reasoned with or ignored. Her heart was in the mood to cry: it seemed like so long ago (though in reality, only about a week) since she had last seen him, and she missed him as intensely as ever.Continue reading “on missing.”
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