Alone.

[onlyxhalfxevil]

I see her, across the hall. she's on the phone, a bemused look on her face. I've sat on the stool across the room. Looking around, a coffee's warmth seeping through my hands, and she catches my eye. nothing special, but I took a closer look. Wondering who she is talking too. Why the knuckles on her hand have turned white. Doesn't seem to be saying much either, the "sort-of" smile never leaving. never faultering. Slowly, she hangs the phone on the receiver. Looks around, and then whipped her eyes when she thought nobody was watching her. Could she have been crying? No, the smile never left. Maybe just rubbing her eyes.

I looked into her eyes as she past me. I'll never forget the pain behind them, even through the smile. I realized I had been watching myself.