She sat beside him, looking at her shoes. She wanted to say something, anything to fill the heavy silence that was creeping in between them. She wanted to reach across and grab him, hug him, make him hers. She wanted to say how much she loved him. Of course, she thought that he didn't feel the same way, and confessing her love would widen the gap between them.
He looked across at her. She was looking at the ground, which meant that she couldn't really see him. He was grateful for this. He wanted to hold her in his arms, and make her forget everything, all her troubles and worries. But of course, he couldn't. There was no way to do what he wa