She slips into the auditorium unnoticed, a silent shadow. Unwanted to be seen, she feels like she can't breathe without the fear of being heard. She isn't supposed to be here.
He looks around his shoulder, twisting and turning around himself, trying to spot another soul.
She can't believe she is here. Why did she do this? Why won't she let herself turn back?
He quickly finds a mop and hides behind it. It's not the best hiding place, but it will have to do.
She sees movement. Oh no. Quickly thinking, she ducks behind the mop as well.
He, startled, decides he might as well make the best of it. So he makes room for her as well.
She is a bit surprised they share the same thoughts, the same feelings. But really, she shouldn't be. They are connected already, in their hearts and minds.
Wether they know it or not.
-Sighs- I hope you like it. My writing skills are a bit rusty, after not writing much for a week. Really, I need to get out of that habit. Oh well. I hope you liked it :) Thanks to everyone who put it on story alert or reviewed. You rock my socks.