She sat there. Quiet. Silent. Her eyes drifted closed but she could still see slightly through the soft filter of her eye lashes. Instinctively, she knew she should cry and the well trained actress in her was all but ready to comply. But she didn’t. She couldn’t. It was her lack of emotion that caught her off guard enough to distract her from him...from who he truly was. She found her mind drifting away from the matter at hand and illogical toward why she still had dry eye lashes. With out tears, the whole atmosphere just didn’t feel right... there was no dramatic action... tears were so necessary. So she improvised. There was only one thing more dramatic than tears and that was silence. Silence left so much to be desired of a situation. Answers, Questions ... words in general. But its perfection laid in its simplicity. It used a man’s guilt against him...even if there wasn’t any there to start off with.
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