(A/N: If only Bessa were happier…but that's one of the things I love about Bessa—the challenge of finding ways to write happy stories about them. Enjoy!)
Cries
When Boq first hears the sound, he thinks it's a mouse, but as he follows it, it grows louder and louder until he realizes that it's crying. Nessa crying.
Nessa's cries are the opposite of her appearance. Boq always thought the delicate, gentle girl would have delicate, gentle sobs. But no, Nessa's cries are loud, huge wails.
Boq considers walking into the room to find out what's wrong, but decides not to. He starts to walk away, but Nessa's bawls haunt him and draw him back in.
He lifts his hand to knock on the door.
Stops.
Reconsiders.
Takes one step away, then turns back to the door.
Look at me, Boq thinks. Nessa's got me doing some crazy dance.
Finally, Boq doesn't even bother with knocking on the door, just barges into the room.
"Boq?" the depressed voice of Nessa sniffles.
"Yeah. It's me. Is everything okay?"
"If everything were okay, would I be crying like this?"
"No, I guess not," Boq admits. "What's wrong?"
"Everything."
Boq sits down next to Nessa and puts his hand on hers. "You're going to have to be more specific."
"No one loves me."
"That's not true," Boq insists. "I love you."
"You're a liar."
Boq starts to say 'that's not true,' but he knows that no matter what he says, it is the truth. He's a liar.
(A/N: Reviews are love!)