Novel

 

Their eyes met from across the room, she panicked instantly looking away but his eyes were burning a hole in the back of her pink laced top. The last time they had spoken he had chased her around the gardens in the close by nature reserve, he had dirtied his trousers and she kindly washed them. But now it felt awkward and forced, she approached him as she fled towards the exit of the gathering. She tripped, falling to the floor and her cheeks reddening with embarrassment. He quickly approached her and helped her up taking her hand, they caught eyes once more but again she quickly moved her eyes and found something else to look at. She thanked him and got on her way travelling home. When she arrived at her doorstop he was there waiting, ‘you forgot your hair pin’ he said, she thought to herself for a second, what a stupid thing to bring back to me she thought, they are only fifty pence in the shop. By the time all of this had whirled around her head twice over there was an awkward silence at the door to avoid more awkwardness she welcomed him in for a drink. They spoke for hours and it wasn’t until she glanced outside at the darkness that she realised the time. He left abruptly after this, paced out the door, they said their farewells and he left. She didn’t see him again after this it took weeks and weeks of thinking about him until he finally reappeared. By this point she had been waiting for so long she felt instantly attached, she did whatever he wanted to try and make him stay. She stayed at his beck and call, she stayed at home in case he needed her and didn’t make any plans.