I read your letters.
That, easily— that so easily had made him stop dead where he was standing, just a foot away from his bed. He looked at her, lying in his bed, so calm for her words and in such beautiful contrast with his sheets.
He almost could have pretended to be confused; you know, what in the world are you talking about, cherie? Isn’t that illegal? Why would you want to read my bills?
But he knew exactly what she meant. Which is why he had froze, why he hadn’t dared to look her in the eyes; trapped where he stood for the moment, unsure of how to respond— was she upset? Annoyed? Did she think he was possibly insane?
But he shook his head— he was afraid, he was nervous, embarrassed - and suddenly very, very defensive, his head spinning through a thousand excuses and reasons on why he would do such a thing, but settling on none.
So instead he slowly made his way to his side of the bed, sitting up against the headboard and looking down at her, letting out a breath and looking rather defeated,
‘They weren’t for you to read, Alice.’
5 things I enjoy doing.
- I hate it when someone is indirect or afraid to say what they feel like saying. I like being direct. Yes, it has its negative outcomes but when a positive outcomes arises, the situation is just that sweeter.
- I enjoy studying other’s actions, thoughts and mannerisms. If you just study someone, you get to predict what they would do in a situation which at the end of the day, gives you an advantage. Plus, if I’m always studying others, I wont have time to study myself. I like not knowing what I’m capable of until I’m presented with a choice.
- Lately, I’ve grown fond of being around new, exciting people while having familiar faces around. People change daily and when you lose contact with someone for weeks. Months, maybe a year? When you hang out with them again, it’s like meeting a new person. A stranger in familiar clothes.
- I enjoy eating food late at night.
- Driving.
