Chapter 38
Will's point of view
When the first synchronizing tunes of the first composition washed over us, I stole a lingering prolonged glance across Louisa's way. Her eyes twitched a little; her face clearly showing the initial skepticisms of watching something she never did before. Somewhere a little voice told me that she might not entirely loathe it. It was this sense of belief on my part that compelled me to keep looking at her.
Louisa however did not notice that I was scrutinizing her reaction to the music. After a few minutes, she shook her head as if she understood what message the composition was trying to convey. There was a little moisture wetting the long lashes of her eyes that I noticed after a few minutes more.
I prided myself in believing that she kind of got emotional. After the last piece of composition was played, she wasted no time in clapping her hands.
When the concert was over, we found ourselves walking out of the grand white hall among the throngs of people. After reaching my car, I opened the door while she got into the passenger seat.
After settling myself in the driver seat, I turned my head around and found myself asking,
"How was it?"
"I don't know, " she replied; looking at me with a mock expression of skepticism
"You don't know?" I repeated; raising an eyebrow at her.
"I kind of disliked it, " she answered with a lopsided grin that told me otherwise.
"Hmmm," I concurred, nodding while looking at her.
"Judging by the moisture in your eyes, you hated it, " I agreed.
"You hated it so much that you ended up shedding a few tears, " I went on; my lips curved up in a half-smile.
"Hey, Will Traynor, " she ejaculated; her blue eyes sparkling with clear excitement.
"You can't draw conclusions like that, " she cried out; still looking at me with those powder blue eyes.
A prolonged silence loomed over us after our conversation. We kept looking away from each other; clearly confused as to what we would say to one another. When she finally turned around, her gaze caressed my face; hinting at a deep longing to break the awkward silence. I mustered up enough courage to say,
"There is something I want to tell you."
"You have the right to know."
When I was about to drop the bomb about my changing feelings towards her, her phone rang.
"Perfect timing, " I mumbled to myself; my eyes rolling around; wondering why the universe was hell- bent on dampening my plans and intentions
When she answered it, it was her sister Treena. She was probably telling her to come home. After they stopped talking, she told me,
"I have to go home."
I did nothing but nod. I started the car; the engine roaring like an angry lion which perfectly resembled my infuriating frustration at failing to express my feelings towards her.