Unsaid
She was expecting it. She had been for a long time, now.
She knew things wouldn't reveal themselves exactly the way she wanted them to. She knew that the secrets she held inside of her would be exposed in not the most ideal way, and that the responses and reactions to such feelings wouldn't be taken the right way either. She knew she wasn't going to be met with the utmost approval, or the utmost confidence.
This was the one thing on Earth that would never, ever make sense to her. It was also her glaring weakness.
She fidgeted with her hair and walked out the door to see all of them standing by the entrance. The orphanage behind her felt so empty even though there were at least fifteen children gawking from the entranceway.
She walked up to him and they looked at each other for a long time, never saying a word.
Her lips parted to say something but quickly shut themselves again. Their eyes were steadily trained on one another, searching for some kind of cue to continue their charade. Maybe a joke would lighten the mood.
"You know, I…" he began, retreating slightly to mess with his hair.
"I know," she replied evenly. She was slightly relieved they didn't have to look at each other so intensely anymore.
"I'm not sure how long we'll be gone."
"I know."
"It could be a week, or several years."
"I know."
"This is hard for me too. I don't want to…leave things like this."
"I know."
She withdrew this time. When he extended his arms out for a hug she shook her head and reassured him in that way that always put him at ease.
"I'll hug you when you get back," she said with a smile. He couldn't help but smile back.
"Okay. I'll see you then."
Seiya turned away and Miho watched him leave.