She sat across from him, studying his face with mild curiosity. He was beginning to get uncomfortable, but he didn’t say anything.
His eyes were a deep brown, the irises almost blending in with the pupils. His eyelashes were long and curled, the kind girls attempted to mimic with falsies.
He opened his mouth to say something.
“Ah-” she warned him with a slight shake of her head. She wasn’t done looking at him, not ready to talk about the thing.
His mouth conveyed his anxiety. He was softly chewing on the right side of his full bottom lip. His forehead and nose were shining with sweat.
“Okay,” she said, “go ahead.”
“I don’t think we should be together anymore,” he blurted.
She was quiet, looking into his eyes. They looked desperate. Her’s shined with tears waiting to fall, but she didn’t blink.
“You’re right,” she said simply. This was the thing. This was what she’d been feeling for the past two weeks. The thing she’d been avoiding. That was it.
Via Daily Prompt