No Words. Other Than I'm Sorry

Chapter Four - Life

"How Was Your Lesson?" Imogen Asked As They Left The School Gates.

This Time, They Decided To Leave From Lower School.

"Yeah. Boring But You Know."
"Mmm."

They Hurried Their Pace, Though Neither Of Them We're In A Rush To Leave.

They Proceeded Up The Hill And Soon Ended Up In Her Mothers Car.

"How Are You Two?" Her Mother Asked As They Buckled Their Seat belts.
"Good." Evie Replied Putting Headphones In.
"Good Thanks." Imogen Said With A Smile.
"Good To Hear."

They Sat In Silence Waiting For Imogens Sisters To Arrive.

Soon, They Did And Joined Imogen In The Back Of The Car.

The Drive Home Was Always Awkward.
Little Conversation And A Lot Of Silence.

But She Had Her Music Blaring Through Her Mind.
The Lyrics, Not Realting Yet They Made Her Feel.

Though, There Were A Few Lyrics.
Occasionall, And Rare But She Could Relate.

In Her Mind, Arround These Lyrics, Lived The Dream She Has On Repeat In Her Mind.

Uncoordinated Dancing On A Kitchen Floor.
Light Music Playing Off Of A Vinyl He Bought.
Simply Because He Thought She'd Like It.
Trying To Contain Laughter As They Effortlessly Make As Much Noise As Possible.
She Looks Into His Eyes Feeling Everything She's Ever Wanted To Feel.
Maybe A Kiss On His Cheek To.
She Stops And Smiles In Awe At His Features -

"Bye Evie!" Imogen Says Patting Her On The Shoulder As She Leaves The Car.
"Oh. Erm. Bye Imy."
"See You Tomorrow."
"Yeah!"

And Again, She Was Left With Him Only In Her Mind.
And That Thought, Shattered By A Simple Action.

Now She Was Left Again In A Silence She Found Awkward And Despitful.

But Thamkfully They Only Lived Around The Corner.

"So, How We're Your Lessons?"
"Good."
"Is That All You Have To Say Today?"

She Shrugged Refusing To Make Eye Contact.

Her Mother Sighed And Looked Away.

By Now, They We're On The Driveway Which Stood Around The Back Of The House.

She Closed The Door, Almost Viciously And Entered Her House Through The Back Gate.

She Stood For A Moment, Waiting For Her Mother To Unlock The Door.

When She Did, She Walked Straight Up The Stairs And Into Her Room, Closing The Door Behind Her.

Her Room, Filled With Posters And Pictures.
Crystal's And Jewellery.
Records And A Piano.

It Was Comfortable And It Had An Asthetic She Couldn't Quite Give A Name.

Overall, She Loved Her Room.
It Was Her Safe Space, Not To Mention Everything She Loves Belongs Inside Of It.

Well One Thing Was Missing.

And That Was Him.

Hours Past, And It Was Dark Outside.

She Sat On Her Window Seal, Allowing The Breeze To Stike Her Face Through The Window.

It Wasn't Warm And The Rain Began To Pour, But She Didn't Mind.

For She Found A Peace In This Which She Couldn't Explain.
It Was An Escape.
From Life.

But She Only Thought Of Him.

And He Was Her Life.