I actually wrote this in Psychology class as to help me with revision. It's short, like most my fics. Enjoy!


Don't people usually say that actions speak louder than words?


I studied his body language closely. Every movement was beautiful and unique, with so much grace and hidden meanings. His cold, icey-gray eyes very rarely made eye contact with my purple, but when they did, they didn't seem as cold any more. His eyes spoke much about him and I often found myself lost in the depths of them.

We didn't talk much, but that's okay because only about 7% of communication is done through words, and I was perfectly fine with how things were right now. 38% of communication was done through tone of voice; I guess I was lucky then, because when we did talk, he sounded happy enough. 55% of communication is done through a persons facial expressions alone, which I consider to be very true when it comes to him. We were always watching each other, simply observing from a distance or glancing up-close.

We kind of had this obsessed with watching, learning, absorbing each others everything.

It was good this way. It couldn't be ruined.