It's freezing.
Her already numb frozen fingers are hungry for heat. Ever since she laid them on the heater, they act like a magnet so vigorously absorbing the energy off that lil heater. She's now thinking, whether to chase after her curiosity, or just cut it. What would happen if she allowed it to progress, would she regret the repercussions?
The conversation has gotten a lil too lengthy. But how does one know when is the right time to stop? The sign. Yes, the sign. but why do some people just can't see it? His staring at her, with that smug in his face is making her a lil uneasy, and that occasional silence, she is cracking her head to come up with some words, just to bring things back to equilibrium. But he's not helping in anyway. The last thing she wants is to be given the attention she's not ready to recieve.
She is unsure herself. Or maybe the truth is she knows it only too well yet she perfers to think that she doesnt know.
And she never cease to wonder, why is excitement reciprocally proportional to time.
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