Cinquanta Cincuenta
Silence
She was so quiet, huddled there upon the backseat. And more than that she looked small, somehow diminished in a way he could never put into words. As if some part of her had been lost and was being kept just out of his reach. But mostly it was her silence that got to him. The way even the ragged sound of her breathing didn't reach him.
Her dark hair was a mess. Ebony strands had freed themselves from the ponytail and had fallen around a face that looked so different from the one he was used to seeing. It wasn't the cuts and scrapes, nor the bruises that were starting to form. It wasn't even the blood that covered golden skin though the sight of it unsettled him and made nausea rise in his gut. That was because of him, her blood had been spilled because of him.
The worst thing was the expression in the black eyes. The eyes that she wouldn't, or couldn't, rise to meet his. She had told him that it didn't feel right, that something was making her feel uneasy and he had just ignored her. He leaned towards her whispered that he loved her but she just turned her head and the silence closed in around him.
So, no reviews for the last drabble, I am so not feeling the love guys. In fact I think I'm going to have to go and sulk in my emo corner… right after I make an emo corner.
Lamanth