listening to: a big huge plane flying by


God knows what went through his mind at moments like these. His eyes carried behind them a deepness she never knew existed; so many times she had confronted him to find out, yet, always with the wrong words. She might as well have been blind, he might as well have been mute.

He never looked at her. He somehow looked right through her, shaking her senses to the core. Soon enough, she regained whatever was left of her conscious self and begun to realise that she could never read those depths. If that was her depression, the fact that he would never reveal them to her was surely her downfall.


The situation unnerved her to a point of no return. Walking down an all-too-familiar path was asking for too much : all the twists and turns were predictable enough to be avoided; but somehow, an unnerving uncertainty still clouded her eyes. It never rained. Just always a looming sensation of foretold blackness.

Whether she would take the first step or make the first move, only his eyes could tell.