It's not an appealing sight. Not in his eyes. It's not just tobacco after all, it's the alcohol, the fresh mess of his clothes and the eye circles that feel too prominent when he isn't smiling.
"It's easy for me to tune out the noise when I am alone," he admits as he searches for the right words to answer her question. "But with others...like you- I just think I am at a loss for words. It's not fair that I can't give you an answer for your troubles with the heart. I see it, I try to see your point of view too but then I see you...like this. And I want to make it better for you..."
Heartless. That foible which he could never hold against her.
Those were the words that were too loud. Not her encouraging him. Not her gushing over tiny little things. It was when he could tell that she was hurting (she has to) or when she sat next to him like this and all he wanted to do was make her feel better.
"Before you made EMMA, did you mourn the person you wished to be in everyone's eyes?"
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"It's easy for me to tune out the noise when I am alone," he admits as he searches for the right words to answer her question. "But with others...like you- I just think I am at a loss for words. It's not fair that I can't give you an answer for your troubles with the heart. I see it, I try to see your point of view too but then I see you...like this. And I want to make it better for you..."
Heartless. That foible which he could never hold against her.
Those were the words that were too loud. Not her encouraging him. Not her gushing over tiny little things. It was when he could tell that she was hurting (she has to) or when she sat next to him like this and all he wanted to do was make her feel better.
"Before you made EMMA, did you mourn the person you wished to be in everyone's eyes?"