Mind's Eye

For the most times inside that four-walled room, the two of them had kept on exchanging stares. She never failed to catch him stealing glances. He never failed to show what he felt through those lovely eyes. It's not that far from what the both of them thought what it was. They never really talked and greeted each other even if they were in the same class. But those stares are already enough for them to have the satisfaction that each person's existence is really special. Through those hidden stares they communicate. Through those secret stares they know how the other one is feeling. Through those blinding stares they knew that they belong. They're meant to be.

They never want the public's attention over them. They wanna keep it to themselves. That they love each other, perhaps. There was never an official courting. Not an official word to assure that they both feel the same way. Not an action that showed they both cared for each other. All they actually have were just those stares. Those warmly sent gazes that could definitely melt one's heart. It's been like that. The whole time. They're satisfied enough. They weren't even looking and waiting for that perfect time to make a move. To maybe, take it to another level. 

Still, even with just those simple unwired affection, they both knew that everything about them is real. What they felt, was real. Probably, real. There were not a scintilla of something to certify it. But never mind about what other lovers called the evidence of being in love. What they can see in each other's eyes is difinitely it. Slowly, as seconds is rapidly turning into minutes. They could tell, that what's with them was also getting substanial. 

Both parties are so much overwhelmed by it's given entertainment. They almost forgot that what had made them laugh, smile, tickle, gave butterflies in their stomachs, was something that had once, turned them into misery.

That's right. It's like on how the fairytales were written. It was in a once upon a time. 

He stares because he thinks it's a pity. She looked at him because she misses him. That's definitely the real story. 

Because, their story had already ended. They were as happy as an innocent bee would want to see its beautiful flower every bright sunny day. Yes. They used to. Just, used to. They greet each other every single time. They almost just talk with each other all the time. Thay're like of the thickest book you could find in the dusty corner bookshelf of the library that was finely binded. They love it. Each other's company. They thought of themselves as the other's complementary element. They just fit each other's puzzle. It's almost perfect. The crowd envy them in every angle. 
 

But, not until when one of them had wanted it to go to the next level. It could've worked out well. If only, the other one has wasted the energy to cooperate. Sadly, not all of what you called closeness could ultimately make everything what you thought it was, happen. The thing that they thought was carefully and solidly binded, broke. Friendship. Piece by piece, both had witnessed it, shatter. 
 

And now, all that's left for them are the memories. The memories that had turned into ashes. They could do nothing about it but just to leave it blown by the cruel wind. Swiftly. Dust by dust.  
 

Nothing to do about it. Other than to masticate. It's too late to vouchsafe it. Just like how a loved one dies. They're memories were burried, no, cremated in those strained.stares.