It couldn�t be that damned connection because if I recall there was a large void where that �connection� used to be.
I just let her hold me. Let her body move according to her breaths and embrace me according to her intentions. I leant my head upon her shoulder, mad at myself for moving from her before.
We didn�t move for a while. Most certainly didn�t intend to. Well, I didn�t. I believe she didn�t either because we must�ve been sat there for a good couple of hours before uttering a gentle, �You got it?� to me.
I moved my head from her shoulder to see her eyes somewhat teeming from the mixture of curiosity, aspiration, empathy, supremacy�love. �I, er�yeah. Was�right outside my door.�
I moved back out of her touch, as her arms loosened their hold on me, and quietly hated myself for moving at all.
�I thought you might have.� She smiled a little, and when I didn�t smile back, it faded. I should�ve smiled. I like her smile. It would�ve stayed if I had shown her I had appreciated her comment. Instead I blanked her, didn�t move a facial muscle until I decided to lick over my lips, and get up off the floor.
I heard her get up also, and a little shuffling as she straightened out her jeans and cami top. Her short leather jacket fit her nicely, a little loose, but fitting enough, and I couldn�t help let my eyes just take in all this, just for a second.
There was an awkward silence as the space between us stayed at its length, and I fidgeted with my fingers. Fingers that itched. To�to touch.
Then something clicked inside of me.
The way she was looking at me told me a parable of �Let Me Stay� and I was glad I had looked into her eyes at that moment or I might have missed it. No, I don�t think so because�