“Let’s get out of this town,” she told me quietly, after our long conversation.
Hours had passed by, but my attempts to read beyond her lips failed. The only thing I picked up was her wish to escape, to leave. I lost to her poker face, her naturally made-up act and always-on smiles.
They may say eyes are the window to the soul, but her beautiful blue eyes said nothing.
“Don’t run. Aren’t you tired of running away?” I tried to persuade her back into the common senses.
She shake her head, “No.” I stood there while she retreated into the void.