Sep 23, 2020
@tretramonti / Eric
She has spent the better half of the last ten minutes tracing the outline of his nose, his jaw, and over his brows in quiet contemplation. His face always wore such a sad expression and she’d often wondered if he’d ever feel comfortable sharing the whys and whats that caused such melancholy with her. Were it not for her hard learned lessons she would have asked him months ago to tell her. Instead, she reminded herself that everyone deserved the respect to their privacy and kept secrets.
“Hey, Eric? How come you’ve never asked me about my hair?”
