That's it. One more step and I'll be there. At my destination.
Destination, a place at the end of one's journey. But do I really want to
be there.the end of my journey?
It really shouldn't be that big of a deal. I walk these same halls, the same dull white hallways of the Silver Guardian head quarters, every day. But its when I walk by this door, my stomach erupts in butterflies and my feet refuse to take another step.
Somehow, I move my feet forward, so I'm now standing in the doorway. I have to lean on the door frame to keep myself standing.
The only occupant of the room sat behind a desk, thoroughly involved in the report he was flipping through. Totally oblivious to the fact he was being watched. Analyzed. Absorbed.
So many times I have taken in this sight that if you gave me only a glance of the scene in front of me, I could rattle off a description down to the last detail. The position of the furniture, what books are on the bookshelf, the screensaver on the computer, every detail, though I may miss whether of not the window's is open or if the desk is cluttered or not.
But there is one thing in the room that I can describe down to the hair;
The way his blue eyes sparkle with amusement.
The way his hair curls around his forehead.
How his hair changes shades of blonde as he moves his head.
The way he twirls a pen in his fingers when he is deep in thought.
Or even how his nose flares when he smiles.
All things that he himself might not even have noticed, but I have.
"Eric?"
The blue eyes are now locked on mine. I was so absorbed in my thoughts that I hadn't noticed him look up and acknowledge my presence. And I could get lost again.
"Are you just going to stand there? Are you alright?"
He stood and made to come around the desk, slightly worry etched into his features.
I shook my head. Breaking the spell his eyes had put me under.
"It's nothing Wes. Here's the report on the burglary last night. Might want to look it over before I file it."
I threw the report on his desk and turned away, so I could not be trapped again. Plus the longer I stood there, the more time he had to figure out what I was doing there.
and that would be disastrous.
And then no longer would I be able to study him, absorbed everything about him.
I set off quickly down the hall and only stopped when I was safetly in my own office. But if I had stayed there a moment longer, I would heard a soft voice.
"Eric, wait."
Then a disappointed sigh.
It really shouldn't be that big of a deal. I walk these same halls, the same dull white hallways of the Silver Guardian head quarters, every day. But its when I walk by this door, my stomach erupts in butterflies and my feet refuse to take another step.
Somehow, I move my feet forward, so I'm now standing in the doorway. I have to lean on the door frame to keep myself standing.
The only occupant of the room sat behind a desk, thoroughly involved in the report he was flipping through. Totally oblivious to the fact he was being watched. Analyzed. Absorbed.
So many times I have taken in this sight that if you gave me only a glance of the scene in front of me, I could rattle off a description down to the last detail. The position of the furniture, what books are on the bookshelf, the screensaver on the computer, every detail, though I may miss whether of not the window's is open or if the desk is cluttered or not.
But there is one thing in the room that I can describe down to the hair;
The way his blue eyes sparkle with amusement.
The way his hair curls around his forehead.
How his hair changes shades of blonde as he moves his head.
The way he twirls a pen in his fingers when he is deep in thought.
Or even how his nose flares when he smiles.
All things that he himself might not even have noticed, but I have.
"Eric?"
The blue eyes are now locked on mine. I was so absorbed in my thoughts that I hadn't noticed him look up and acknowledge my presence. And I could get lost again.
"Are you just going to stand there? Are you alright?"
He stood and made to come around the desk, slightly worry etched into his features.
I shook my head. Breaking the spell his eyes had put me under.
"It's nothing Wes. Here's the report on the burglary last night. Might want to look it over before I file it."
I threw the report on his desk and turned away, so I could not be trapped again. Plus the longer I stood there, the more time he had to figure out what I was doing there.
and that would be disastrous.
And then no longer would I be able to study him, absorbed everything about him.
I set off quickly down the hall and only stopped when I was safetly in my own office. But if I had stayed there a moment longer, I would heard a soft voice.
"Eric, wait."
Then a disappointed sigh.
