teacupwilliam-blog: He would never dare investigate her intentions towards aiding him in his tribulations-- especially the one at present. Yet, a question gnawed at his lips, ruffling his ease, slowly, he gives the table separating the two of them his weight, an accusation lurking deep in his eyes, "What did you see?" He breathed, lips quivering with the weight of his next words, "Did you see a mad man or a lost one, that night?" He hesitated, his hard stare falling, out of pity, he didn't know, "When we kissed."
Oceanic blues are tainted by a thin layer of wetness. It was as if she felt compelled to tell him the truth, just as she had many times before. However, their situation and scenery was different now.
”I saw a confused man lost in a hopeless desire.”
She swallows thickly, allowing her eyes to flutter around the table, not attempting to breach a gaze.
H O P E L E S S.
The brunette didn’t want to use the word, but it was the first to come to mind.