She was talking to a newbie when she saw him. It was easy to spot him. You just have to look for the the sun among the crowd of gloomy faces. And it wasn't even crowded. For a few seconds, her heart stopped, for reasons she still can't accept.
What she was telling the girl was important but, she had to finish talking to her so she got to her point as fast as she could. And when she's done talking to the girl, she smiled and threw herself at him. If it wasn't for the people inside the office, if it wasn't for people around them, she would have hugged him a bit longer. She pulled away and looked at his face, he looked different from the last time he saw him, he looked just like he did in High School. Which is strange because the night before, she had a dream that it was first day of High School once again.
She talked to him a bit and asked him to come sit inside her office for she had to take care of a few things before they could leave, he refused so she didn't insist.
On the cab on the way to the prison, she tried to focus, she had work to do. And she also remembered that it was a friend she's with. Not some prince charming from some fairy tale book. She knows what she felt was illegal, according to her own unwritten constitution. But could she blame the guy, who probably doesn't even have a clue on the effect he has on her?
She was already on 'work mode' upon their arrival at the prison. Nerves, calm. Expression, blank. Tone, polite and business like. She went to work, she didn't think of him, even when she saw him walk past her with their office's camera in his hands. She completely ignored his presence, it was as if he wasn't even there at all. That was the only way she could do her job well.
An hour and a half later, they both emerged from the prison gates. She wanted to say goodbye to him already, scared that if she'd be around him a little longer, she might never be able to escape from his gravity.
She'd been wanting to see him, just to make sure that the person she'd been constantly sharing stories of her days with was real. And he was real.
She'd been wanting to see him, just to make sure that the person she'd been constantly sharing stories of her days with was real. And he was real.
He gazes at her with those enchanting brown eyes and she looks away. Terrified by the idea that she might get lost in them. Yet she'd always been lost, and it was only when his eyes caught hers that, for the first time in a long time, she felt certain of where she'd wanna go. She was certain, for half a second.
She'd always been comfortable with silence but for some reasons, she kept talking. She made an effort to keep their discussions as animated as possible, jumping from one topic to another. She really did want to know how he is, and she throws him serious questions every once in a while but she rarely allowed their conversations to go too deep.
He looked so gentle under the gold light in the cafe. She smiled every time she makes him laugh, she likes seeing him happy. In fact, she wished for it, still wishes for it.
She stares at him as he talks, memorizing every detail of his face. She takes mental shots of him whenever she sees a really nice angle. She knows she has to, because that day was the end of her missing him. But on the next day, she'll start missing him again.
She stares at him as he talks, memorizing every detail of his face. She takes mental shots of him whenever she sees a really nice angle. She knows she has to, because that day was the end of her missing him. But on the next day, she'll start missing him again.
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