A Sunday Afternoon and A Now
I cannot look at her face, but I know that she is staring into mine, her intense red eyes trying to see into my shy, dark brown ones. They are baring a hole into my skull, but I let her: it doesnt hurt me in the least. Even as I sit there avoiding her gaze, mouth an awkward frown, hands fidgeting as though I wanted to ask her something but I couldnt work up the courage to do so. I actually did want to ask her something, and I knew that Kazumay knew that it was blatantly obvious that I wanted to ask her something. It was just really hard to ask her, and I know again that she is being polite and caring by not pressing into me to say anything until Im ready to talk, but its been near an hour now and nothing has come out.
I mean, its not like I havent said it before to her, and I know the reaction that Ill get for asking her this, but I feel a need to ask her yet again. I dont know why, just a need.