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'Jen, ... Jen...' Diane called out knocking onto the teacher's locked door. 'Come on Jen what is it that's bothering you? You haven't been out the house all weekend. Why don't we go for a nice walk? '
But things stayed quiet as Jen wasn't giving any response so Diane went back downstairs!
A few hours later Jen headed down after she grabbed herself together and had cleaned up her face a bit too hide the signs that gave away she had been crying. The teacher was acting like nothings wrong. Diane however was doubting she was okay but as she saw jen eating the first decent meal in days, the plate she had left for her, it calmed her down. When she finished her plate Jen excused herself and told she was going for a walk like diane had told but she preferred going on her own. She needed the air and some time to think.
Quickly she grabbed her sketchpad before leaving the house. Turning into a road and then following a path, the path leaded to the folly. Sitting herself down in the grass against a tree, the teacher started drawing. Eyes, green eyes, sparking eyes, the most beautiful eyes, Tilly's eyes. Eyes in tears, ... with real tears of her own falling down onto those drawings.
That moment Tilly was walking back home on her way from a friends house after finishing a project they had to do for school. She took a shortcut and passed the folly. When walking through she saw and heard someone quietly crying. As soon as she laid eyes on the figure against the tree she knew it was Jen.
So now she's crying again? The redhead remembered seeing the teacher at school the morning of her first day back and she had been laughing. Later that day Jen had been crying again but that was probably because she had noticed Tilly left her bag in the art room. But why hadn't the teacher brought it back to her sooner? Or picked it up and kept it somewhere safe? It still laid on the ground at her chair, the place Tilly had forgotten it… . So maybe she didn't knew she was coming back to the art room and … . Neither did she knew she was their at this very moment… , there was no way Jen could know she would be crossing this path right now, … . Arranging her thoughts, looking at the women against the tree, searching to find an explanation, … and then suddenly things became clear for the redhead!