Thread: [Dream & Tortoise] To The Countryside;;

The male listened to his old flame in silence, drinking in every word yet never responding. He was a good listener, or so he was told. In truth, however, despite the fact that he did quite a swell job listening to people, this case was different. He wanted desperately to tell her something that would change her mind, to make her fall in love with him all over again and make the pain disappear. It was a fleeting thought, yet when he caught it, Damian was overwhelmed with fear once again. And so, he remained silent, letting her think what she chose to. It wasn??t his place to try to talk sense into her. He mused about the situation, deciding that she probably was surrounded by men or at least faithful friends, there to help her through. Oh, how he hated it nonetheless. ??I have been fond of the city. I did everything to get him to let me stay, he shrugged in lassitude. ??There was yelling, breaking things, I??ve even tried puppy eyes,? he laughed with a sense of regret and nostalgia. ??But that doesn??t matter anymore, I suppose. What??s done??s done,? he bit on his lower lip, watching over her with his coy grin. ??I really did miss you though,? he pointed out, brushing his fingers through his hair. She could probably see right through him then, he hadn??t changed much. His mannerisms, nervous tics, it was all the same as it had been in the past. The young man with an MBA, excellent public speaking skills was unable to sustain a conversation with her without feeling like a teenage boy on his way to pick up his prom date. She made his heart beat, yet made him comfortable. Perfection she was the epitome of it in his eyes. Lucy, Lucy, he repeated in his head, his good nature preventing him from forgetting about the blonde perky Miss American Pie. What an excellent wife she??d make, yet not for him, he realized. Of course he had never been rash in his decisions, taking time to evaluate him. Estelle had been the sole exception. ??Flattery?? He arched his eyebrows, ??why I would never!? He continued, grinning. No, it wasn??t flattery. He meant every word of it. Playing back his ex-girlfriend??s words about Lucy, he shrugged. ??I guess so,? he replied with a sense of exasperation. He wished she wasn??t so stoic and cold, she was like a turtle hiding in its shell. And until she left the shell, he had no idea what in the world was going on in that pretty head of hers. ??Brazil, hm? America is losing a fine citizen,? he grinned playfully, studying her. He fell silent for a moment, temporarily refusing to acknowledge her comment. Everything was scattered in his mind, almost surreal. She was there, so close yet further than ever. From the way she looked at him, the way she talked and acted, he realized that to her he was a closed cut, one to never open again. His feelings meanwhile were like sunflowers ?? she was the sun that had been gone for years, causing them to grow tired and hopeless, yet once the sun appeared yet again they spurted like never before. ??A western tongue? I don??t see what you??re talking about,? he chuckled playfully, shaking his head. ??Life??s such a weird thing,? he pointed out, glancing at the clock. He had all the time in the world, or so he hoped. Lost in thoughts, he hadn??t realized that his head was turned to face the girl before him, the clearly affectionate, loving gaze staring straight into her eyes. listulistulistulistulistulistulistulistu