she opened the door to see him standing on the other side she took him in ( he looked like he hadn't shaven for a few days his eyes still had their intense gaze that could bore into her soul whenever he wanted his hair had grown a little in the past nine weeks he was in dark denims and a grey hoodie)
he registered every aspect of her as she stood before him (her eyes, were dark because of all the tears she'd shed,
they had heavy bags underneath them from lack of sleep she looked thin, boney even her face was pale, almost ghostly her hair had lost some of it's red glow jeans and a blue sweater a blanket wrapped around her shoulders)
when they finished processing eachothers presence she tried to slam the door but he got his foot in she didn't put up a fight and walked back to the livingroom allowing him to follow her she sat down on the couch he kneeled down infront of her she refused to look into his eyes he whispered her name "sara"
her eyes filled with tears but she didn't wanna cry infront of him "sara, please look at me, talk to me, scream, rant, look at me, please"
finally focusing her eyes on his face she said, struggling to get the words to come out of her dry throat "what do you want from me? what is it this time, michael?
haven't you hirt me enough"
"i never ment for you to get hurt"
"i've heard it before, i've heard it all before so don't even bother, just leave me alone"
"i'm not leaving you, not like this i need know that you're okay before i go and it's obvious that you're not"
"i'm fine leave"
"sara"
"no! don't! what are you even doing here"
"i needed to know if you were okay"
"well i'm not! are you satisfied?"
he registered every aspect of her as she stood before him (her eyes, were dark because of all the tears she'd shed,
they had heavy bags underneath them from lack of sleep she looked thin, boney even her face was pale, almost ghostly her hair had lost some of it's red glow jeans and a blue sweater a blanket wrapped around her shoulders)
when they finished processing eachothers presence she tried to slam the door but he got his foot in she didn't put up a fight and walked back to the livingroom allowing him to follow her she sat down on the couch he kneeled down infront of her she refused to look into his eyes he whispered her name "sara"
her eyes filled with tears but she didn't wanna cry infront of him "sara, please look at me, talk to me, scream, rant, look at me, please"
finally focusing her eyes on his face she said, struggling to get the words to come out of her dry throat "what do you want from me? what is it this time, michael?
haven't you hirt me enough"
"i never ment for you to get hurt"
"i've heard it before, i've heard it all before so don't even bother, just leave me alone"
"i'm not leaving you, not like this i need know that you're okay before i go and it's obvious that you're not"
"i'm fine leave"
"sara"
"no! don't! what are you even doing here"
"i needed to know if you were okay"
"well i'm not! are you satisfied?"