Her teeth sunk into her bottom lip and took rest.
A nervous hand ran through her black stringy hair.
Her guts twisted with each tick of the second hand of the clock, which hung lopsided on the near by wall.
Each tick mimicked her heart beat.
Or would he
Finger nails lay scattered at her feet.
She could feel her pulse in her throat as if it was trying to escape out of her mouth.
She took in a profound breathe.
Why do I put trust in people?
Why do I let it get to me?
I'm sure this is all just in my head.
But I can't compare to her
Her palms had become clammy
Her anxious fingers tapped on the glass surface.
I'm thinking to far into things
He loves me
At least I think
Her tongue travelled along her dry lips.
I don't want to be alone.
I don't think I could handle going through this again.
Listening to: Sweeney Todd soundtrack
Reading: The wish list
Watching: The computer screen
Playing: Your mum.
Eating: Your mum.