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"I'll take you home," he says he'll take her home, "if she wants."
And she can't speak through the tears; choked on emotion. And she shakes her head, "I need to sort out my resignation…I need to sort out what I want to do…" her voice trails of as she realises that she doesn't know what to do.
She could stay…
…But did she really want to?
He cradles her closer, and whispers, "I'll sort out everything."
She feels like a fool.
Sara sidle doesn't cry in view of others.
She's strong.
He repeats his earlier words, more assertive than before. He'll take her home; he'll make sure everything's alright.
He pulls away, and gets her to look him in the eyes; to seek consent, and her lip trembles as she looks at him.
'This has to be mutual.'
'He wouldn't do this unless he felt it too.'
He backs away from her, and smiles lightly; his mere presence is more reassuring than anything.
He puts his arm around her, as the walk through the near deserted lab.
He wouldn't care if anyone did see; he was only comforting a friend.
Sara would always be his friend; even if they became more.
She's shaking slightly; he hopes its because she'll of the tears, and not because of fear.
He's only trying to be assertive to give her some structure, a stable place where she can take shelter, a place she can return to if she wants to leave.
And she leans into his warmth, she's isn't even aware how others may se it if they saw.
Because she's tired of hiding the way she feels.
And she's lost in the way she feels.
She couldn't believe she was going o leave all this…and him behind.
*
There was an air of finality about closing the door on his car.
They were alone; together.
And she feels as though she should feel subconscious, but she doesn't. She's tired, she wants to sleep…but she's hypnotised by watching him.
His movements.
His breathing.
She loves the fact he's taking control.
Because it's giving her something to believe in.
Something and someone.
And she needs it. She loves to be independent; but she needs someone to lean on. Crying by yourself on the weekend isn't taking control.
*
He notes that she's stopped looking at him. He'd noticed she'd been doing it for sometime, but hadn't let on.
He turns to glance, and sees she's asleep; her chest is slowly rising and falling, and she's leaning against the window.
It's good to know she's finally calm, but he was hoping to talk.
But maybe they didn't need to.
She wouldn't be here if she didn't want to be.
Not Sara Sidle.
She's strong.
She isn't easily influenced….
…And I'm taking her home.
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Short; yes. But we don't need long chapters to visualise…do we?
Please Review.
Another chapter….
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"I'll take you home," he says he'll take her home, "if she wants."
And she can't speak through the tears; choked on emotion. And she shakes her head, "I need to sort out my resignation…I need to sort out what I want to do…" her voice trails of as she realises that she doesn't know what to do.
She could stay…
…But did she really want to?
He cradles her closer, and whispers, "I'll sort out everything."
She feels like a fool.
Sara sidle doesn't cry in view of others.
She's strong.
He repeats his earlier words, more assertive than before. He'll take her home; he'll make sure everything's alright.
He pulls away, and gets her to look him in the eyes; to seek consent, and her lip trembles as she looks at him.
'This has to be mutual.'
'He wouldn't do this unless he felt it too.'
He backs away from her, and smiles lightly; his mere presence is more reassuring than anything.
He puts his arm around her, as the walk through the near deserted lab.
He wouldn't care if anyone did see; he was only comforting a friend.
Sara would always be his friend; even if they became more.
She's shaking slightly; he hopes its because she'll of the tears, and not because of fear.
He's only trying to be assertive to give her some structure, a stable place where she can take shelter, a place she can return to if she wants to leave.
And she leans into his warmth, she's isn't even aware how others may se it if they saw.
Because she's tired of hiding the way she feels.
And she's lost in the way she feels.
She couldn't believe she was going o leave all this…and him behind.
*
There was an air of finality about closing the door on his car.
They were alone; together.
And she feels as though she should feel subconscious, but she doesn't. She's tired, she wants to sleep…but she's hypnotised by watching him.
His movements.
His breathing.
She loves the fact he's taking control.
Because it's giving her something to believe in.
Something and someone.
And she needs it. She loves to be independent; but she needs someone to lean on. Crying by yourself on the weekend isn't taking control.
*
He notes that she's stopped looking at him. He'd noticed she'd been doing it for sometime, but hadn't let on.
He turns to glance, and sees she's asleep; her chest is slowly rising and falling, and she's leaning against the window.
It's good to know she's finally calm, but he was hoping to talk.
But maybe they didn't need to.
She wouldn't be here if she didn't want to be.
Not Sara Sidle.
She's strong.
She isn't easily influenced….
…And I'm taking her home.
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Short; yes. But we don't need long chapters to visualise…do we?
Please Review.