Something's Just Can't Be Changed...

'Frustratingly Beautiful to be exact.'~Chapter 12

She stayed silent as i drove, she didn't do anything to annoy me and didn't even glance at me once. Way to increase my guilt. What i am sent here for is different. I have not been said to emotionally torture her. I accept it's my fault but she frustrated me so much that i lost control. I always loose control around her. I kept glancing at her, but didn't get her response. I groaned internally. She is so frustrating. Frustratingly beautiful to be exact. 

She was lost in her own world, with an unknown expression on her features which i couldn't comprehend. Is she sad? Or mad at me? Or just lost in her own world as usual? Sometimes she is so unpredictable that its hard to understand her. Like before this time whenever i saw her leaving house or outside her home, she had worn the brown plain and casual jacket and brown above ankle length fancy boots but now she is wearing a fancy black jacket with plain and casual shoes? Somehow that fits yet at the same time doesn't.

At the same time she is wearing the matching and not matching. The same color shade but different type of clothing. Maybe she just wants to stay comfortable that's why she preferred comfy clothes. But these are the kind of shoes ladies wear when going on a run or for a jog, not when traveling to another country.  What if she is planning on escaping hence the change? This question bugged me for the rest of the ride but if she really wanted to escape she had many moments where she could. For example she could have clearly said no to accompany me and preferred staying stuck with her mysterious corridor. But she chose to come with me.

She could have escaped from the cafe but she didn't. Then why these shoes suddenly? How the heck does her mind work? This is something i can't understand. 

We arrived at the airport. I guess that bought her back to  her senses since she lifted her head and glanced around. 

I took out her bag and started moving towards the check in counters for the procedures. She was walking beside me all this time. Did she even notice i have her bag in my hand? Does she even care about her belongings? What kind of a person is she? Or she trusts me too much... Nah i don't think so.