A boy:A girl [Drabble] #7
Word Count: 329
“Are you really going to do this?” he asked from the doorway, leaning casually against the frame acting as if he was just passing by.
“No” is her simple answer, not paying much mind to the fact he was in her room, after visiting hours.
“Then why do you look so troubled?” his question is met by silence, and he moves to get up.
She thinks he’ll leave now so doesn’t pay much mind to it. She never does any other time anyways. And continued to ponder on her thoughts, though startled by the hand on her shoulder
“Is it me?” he asked softly, his eyes saying all the words that don’t slip off his tongue. The words never spoken between them, locked inside.
“No” though it sounds simple, it’s more complicated than that as she looked away.
They stay like for a long time, until he squeezes her shoulder in hopes of sending her some sort of reassurance. It doesn’t, in fact only drives her over the end.
He doesn’t have to wait any longer as soon long wispy arms are hooked around his waist and a face pressed against the crook of his neck. Afraid to let go
With a small smile, he slowly hugs her back resting his chin against her forehead as he the scent of her shampoo rolls off him in waves. It’s addicting.
“You’re such a liar” he whispers brushing the stray tears away with the backs of his thumbs, cupping her face but it only makes her cry more.
Everything wasn’t fine, he knew that much. As one hand slid down her back, caressing the paper night gown in slight fascination before resting his palm on her hip. He saw her wince and quickly moved it back to her face, which tried to appear brave. He comforted her anyways.
But the walls of the room cast shadows that engulfed both of them, diminishing any of the light she held.
He hated hospitals.
“Are you really going to do this?” he asked from the doorway, leaning casually against the frame acting as if he was just passing by.
“No” is her simple answer, not paying much mind to the fact he was in her room, after visiting hours.
“Then why do you look so troubled?” his question is met by silence, and he moves to get up.
She thinks he’ll leave now so doesn’t pay much mind to it. She never does any other time anyways. And continued to ponder on her thoughts, though startled by the hand on her shoulder
“Is it me?” he asked softly, his eyes saying all the words that don’t slip off his tongue. The words never spoken between them, locked inside.
“No” though it sounds simple, it’s more complicated than that as she looked away.
They stay like for a long time, until he squeezes her shoulder in hopes of sending her some sort of reassurance. It doesn’t, in fact only drives her over the end.
He doesn’t have to wait any longer as soon long wispy arms are hooked around his waist and a face pressed against the crook of his neck. Afraid to let go
With a small smile, he slowly hugs her back resting his chin against her forehead as he the scent of her shampoo rolls off him in waves. It’s addicting.
“You’re such a liar” he whispers brushing the stray tears away with the backs of his thumbs, cupping her face but it only makes her cry more.
Everything wasn’t fine, he knew that much. As one hand slid down her back, caressing the paper night gown in slight fascination before resting his palm on her hip. He saw her wince and quickly moved it back to her face, which tried to appear brave. He comforted her anyways.
But the walls of the room cast shadows that engulfed both of them, diminishing any of the light she held.
He hated hospitals.