'silly girl'.

watching her was so funny. it was like a form of entertainment.

he was next to her, his face radiating boredom, resentment of her presense and anger. it was almost impossible to miss, i felt. well, she acheived the impossible, she didn't notice it. if not, she didn't want to at least. she reached out and place her hand ever so lightly on his. for a moment, his facial expressions changed. he was confused and relieved. he held her hand and squeezed it tightly in his for a split second before pushing it violently away. again, his facial expressions changed to that of what it was originally- anger and resentment of her presense.

the scared look on her face tempted me to throw my arms around her and tell her everything was fine. that she didn't need him and that she shouldn't. i so badly wanted to tell her she was being plain silly.


i didn't of course, who was i to do so?