She doesn't know how to describe this feeling right now.
She watches as his fingers curl themselves into a tight and protective grip on her chin, pulling the uniformed officer closer to him. She continues to observe the pair, watches as the officer looks up from beneath her lashes whilst he smirks slightly before allowing their lips to collide over the steaming coffee cups beneath them.
The first emotion she recognizes is the sense of longing. She's longing to replace her fellow uniformed officer currently in the arms of the detective. Longing for the familiar touch of his calloused fingers brushing against her jaw. Longing to taste his lips, the taste she had fallen all too accustomed to.
Crushed. Yes, that's the next emotion she recognizes.
Followed by pain.
Hurt.
Rejection.
Forgotten.
All of the above and more.
He finally releases his grasp on the officer as she sighs somewhat contently before springing off to the locker room in the opposite direction to where she's stood. She notes the smile that he's allowing to grace his often stern features as he watches her leave. Andy instantly recognizes the next emotion that lies in the pit of her stomach. Loud and clear - fear. This could be something serious, she thinks and begins to will the tears not to fall.
His eyes finally find her. Her eyes glistening, biting down softly on her bottom lip, and his smile quickly diminishes, fading back into the stoic expression his co-workers have familiarized themselves with.
She wants to say something. About how hurt she is. Perhaps ask how long it took before she had been forgotten about. How long it would take him to mutter those three words in this relationship. But a part of her also wills herself to apologize. But her throat is dry, invaded by a tight knot that is currently leaving her incapable of speech and she can't decide whether or not she's grateful for this.
"Andy…" he sighs quietly, his body leaning into her whilst remaining in the same spot.
She inhales deeply, pushing the emotion to the back burner.
This is too much, too soon.
She knows she needs to leave, now. Hearing her friends approaching from the far end of the corridor she quickly recognizes this as the opportunity to escape.
So she grasps the opportunity with both hands, just as she had six months prior, and allows herself this quick departure falling into step with her fellow rookies.