She was still, her face growing warm with every passing minute. She kept looking down at her hands, fingers clamping against each other. Her vision blurred as she was trying hard to stop herself from breaking down. It is not one single bad feeling but a heap of so many. Flashes of memories, of herself, came to her mind. She hates crying. She hates to cry in front of someone more than once. Shame was written on her face as she put all her focus on not letting the tear fall.
As long as she was looking down, she felt his eyes on her. A welcoming warmth of his presence tugged at the strings of her heart. He is right there in front of her. A faint smell, a light breathing, an assurance, a warmth awaited her just by an inch. As if he was waiting for her to calm down before doing something, anything. She is sure he would think of something.
Her vision slowly cleared. She looked up expectantly. The darkness of the room greeted her. There was a storm a while ago. Cold breeze is still flowing in through the window. There is no one. She closed her eyes. It's all good now. She is okay. She is safe. The darkness settled on the crook of her neck. The memory of a kiss on the side of her chin made her smile.