He gently tapped her shoulder, she jumped fumbling to untangle her head phones, she seemed to have trouble breathing.
He stared on curiously, there was a glint in his eyes while he watched her. He wanted to know her. He wanted 'her'. She quickly plugged herself into oblivion... She was able to breath again.
He went to say something.
She turned and walked away.
"You don't know it, but you're capable of doing great things" he mumbled breathlessly. "You're capable of loving me.. Like I love you" he croaked out.
Her expression turned pained and she walked away.... Except this time he followed her.
They've known each other since HighSchool he always saw her shy away, and she always saw him throwing a fight. He was always attracted to her, but was scared of hurting her... He would watch her from a distance.
Now..... He's ready to take what's his, but he's got to be gentle. For little does he know little Isabelle, has had something happen to her.