It was Monday. I walk in class and sit. I look out the window and there it is. The snow. It was crisp. Cold, like she was. The way her eyes would glance at me. The way she would smile, so blank. So fake. It would send dark shivers up my spine. Her eyes, so content. Her grin, so feared. Her expressions, so lonesome. As if she never saw a ray of sun in her lifetime. She looks away. As if she's hiding something. She looks out the window at the snow. She just stares. Like it's something new to her. Like she had never saw it. She stares dissatisfied, not looking away. A tear slips from her eye. She swipes it away quickly and looks away. I look at her with a confused expression and she stares back at me. I stare in her eyes. She must've seen hell. In her eyes, I can see what she saw. I look away and notice pools of tears from my eyes. I must've fazed out. She looks like she can't handle herself anymore. She sits there in silence, closing her eyes. Her head falls forward and she sobs. I sit there, just watching. I look around and we weren't in the classroom anymore. Like we're in our own universe. I look her way and she stares mine. I see the fire burning in her eyes. It burns bright. Brighter than the sun. She blinks her eyes shut and wipes the tears. She suddenly opens her eyes and we're back in class. Like nothing ever happened. The teacher starts talking, like everything's normal. Like nothing just happened. As if time stopped and it was just us. Deserted in the space in our minds, clashing. Our tears cried together and anger flushed together. Something I've never seen or even heard of. Class went on like the episode was never a thing.
