"Hey, hey, did you hear?" The blond informer banged on her door and bounced around like his dreams were coming true. "I got him back," he said once she appeared. His irises darkened to a somber sapphire and glistened with an emotion she couldn't quite place.
She remained indifferent in the doorway, not moving to invite him in, not really doing anything but soaking in his words. It was six in the morning on her off day.
She didn't want to care.
"I did," she told him with a reassuring smile. Words of gratitude tried to force their way from her throat with sincerity, but cracked in between syllables.
She hoped he didn't notice.
"Why don't you go see him?" the boy inquired cautiously. Heart palpitations faltered and she felt faint, grabbing on to door hinges she managed to hold her ground.
"It's still hard to forget."
Her voice was airy, a whisper. She hadn't meant to say anything. He nodded in understanding.
"It's difficult to remember."
Her chest twisted as an old scar on her upper arm pulsed with life. That was when she last saw him. She couldn't quite let go the events her twelve year old self experienced. It would be too much. Piney eyes isolated themselves from sight and heart and truth.
"I'd rather be ignorant."
