[...] You smiled back, but there's an edge to it. "What about you? Are you scared of me?"
Before that it was a joke, but then his smile faltered, briefly, and both of you knew that the tone of the conversation just shifted into something else.
He took a few steps closer, "I'm not afraid of anything!" He exclaimed, laughing once more.
You laughed too, even though the lie was ringing clear in his words. You knew that he was lying just as you know it now; you and him feared the same thing [...]
He saw the look in your maroon eyes and he knew, he knew. Maybe he would have said something else, too, except for the fact that the red-haired one's shouting and hollering distracted the both of you, and suddenly the corridor was filled with plans and proposed directions again, and his eyes were hidden once more.
"Sorry, sorry, I didn't mean to fall asleep," he mumbled in a rush, twisting his dirty yellow scarf in his hands nervously, as if he was expecting you to be furious at this moment of weakness
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He smiled, and despite your previous mental assurance you didn't need to read his mind to know that it more than a little bit forced.
"Will the others be back soon?" You asked, desperately wanting to dispel the wavering resolve you see in those bluebottle fly eyes.
He nodded, looking certain once again, and you relaxed.
"Hey…" you looked at him questioningly, but his eyes were unreadable. Not for the first time, you wished that you hadn't promised not to peer into his thoughts. "Promise me… promise me you won't scare me like that again?"
You pretended, futilely, that you didn't hear his voice crack a little bit, and that his eyes didn't look a little bit misty.
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[...] because for once his eyes were not self-consciously solemn, but rather bright and free.
They reminded you of the sky, then, and you remember thinking to yourself that you might love him if his eyes stayed like that forever.
He caught your eye, once, and grinned just like he used to. You would have given him anything he asked for right then, anything at all.
But he never asks for anything, not him.
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Before that it was a joke, but then his smile faltered, briefly, and both of you knew that the tone of the conversation just shifted into something else.
He took a few steps closer, "I'm not afraid of anything!" He exclaimed, laughing once more.
You laughed too, even though the lie was ringing clear in his words. You knew that he was lying just as you know it now; you and him feared the same thing [...]
He saw the look in your maroon eyes and he knew, he knew. Maybe he would have said something else, too, except for the fact that the red-haired one's shouting and hollering distracted the both of you, and suddenly the corridor was filled with plans and proposed directions again, and his eyes were hidden once more.
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"Will the others be back soon?" You asked, desperately wanting to dispel the wavering resolve you see in those bluebottle fly eyes.
He nodded, looking certain once again, and you relaxed.
"Hey…" you looked at him questioningly, but his eyes were unreadable. Not for the first time, you wished that you hadn't promised not to peer into his thoughts. "Promise me… promise me you won't scare me like that again?"
You pretended, futilely, that you didn't hear his voice crack a little bit, and that his eyes didn't look a little bit misty.
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